Baghdad

We a bad from specie inna pocket
Woulda think seh is a matik to the way mi a knock it (pah, pah)
Buss yuh face up wid mi ratchet
Pon the coaster as me hop it middle day inna the traffic
Ayy bwoy nuh badda tell mi bout yuh glock a chip
Anuh the gun badman, a who deh back a it (WHOO!)
School days mi use to garlic up the choppa tip (now)
Mi see man a wull dem chest like when di grabba kick

Juvenile bad, bad
One pop inna di one strap bag
And a one shot inna di one pop mad
Son-son him a the contract god
Jungle, wi nuh grab handbag
.40 a buss, bomb ah drop, Baghdad
That cyaa' live dem better contact God
Mi done tell unuh a bad man bad
See di bwoy yah yow one stop cab

Mi done tell yuh seh a bad man bad
Four-four, that a one man trod
Hundred pan and hundred strong
Bwoy suck unuh madda none a mi gun dem jam
Mi love see di crime gruesome
Put shot up inna belly mek mi prove sup'm
Nuff enemy so anything yuh get get it do sup'm
See dem a group up, weh dem a prove so (yow)

Mi nuh join di bagga a lippin
So mi mek sure every clip inna mi tool extensive
Stop buy gun inna Jamaica
Cah di choppa dem a mek di gun dem too expensive
New shipment land nuh tru di clip dem ram
That mean wi mek step and shoot up fences
No a straight headshot
Head top yow badman will run tru some gruesome trenches
Juvenile head chip
Mi rest ten inna the STEN clip
And press dem inna yuh bestfren lip
The .15 mek mi chest well fit
That fit me like the best velvet
Half clip affi mek a statement
The next half affi mek exit
Them seh nobody never see di shooter
But the piliant a wear a red helmet

Mi done tell yuh seh a bad man bad
Four-four, that a one man trod
Hundred pan and hundred strong
Bwoy suck unuh madda none a mi gun dem jam
Mi love see di crime gruesome
Put shot up inna belly mek mi prove sup'm
Nuff enemy so anything yuh get get it do sup'm
See dem a group up, weh dem a prove so

Yuh nuh know weh yuh a talk unuh nuh ready fah
Nothing nuh hard mi do dis regular
Di semi mi full up ih cartridge keep ih belly pack
Cah if yuh see mi, mi nave it then a hell mi drop
So anyweh yuh see mi deh chargie yeah di Phillie deh pon mi
Slip and mi claat ih, dis yah vision yah nah miss
Them a hitch when a party
Try run, one pitch and ih fall him
Strikeforce call shot, wi nuh gi' man nuh warning

Mi done tell yuh seh a bad man bad
Four-four, that a one man trod
Hundred pan and hundred strong
Bwoy suck unuh madda none a mi gun dem jam
Mi love see di crime gruesome
Put shot up inna belly mek mi prove sup'm
Nuff enemy so anything yuh get get it do sup'm
See dem a group up, weh dem a prove so



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Writer(s): Romeo Clevinston Nelson, Rushane Williamson
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