Hmmmm hmmmm mhmm yeaaah
Badness a mi love dat
Born inna the thug land
Murrrda
you know mi love dat

Verse 1
Haile jah first inna the morning
Then buil a tall spliff and guh reason wid a tall clip as day break mi grab a target.
Hold a reason wid mi conscience inna middle day a darkness gun dem vanish
We a live weh dem a dream bout
kill dem and then speed out.
if dem bad tell dem fi dweet now mi affi seet first. Who fi kill me deven tun fetus. Tell dem fi run up skull a greet grung we nuh beat come. Tell dem mi serious love the badness like a fat pussy gyal weh mek mi nuh wah leave house. Have some dogs mi only feed blood bullet Bwoy and left that deh fi bleed out fren a run out all him knee cup. Mi head gotta then cappacino. Pull Bwoy teeth wid pliers like mi roll wid Shakka Demus. we a carry the steam and we a knock it like a D cup Bring the storm in every season as you quint a glock a wheel out. buss a casamigos.

Chorus
a badness a mi love life
born inna the thug life, when we a party every gun rise if war star man a Claut it till the sun rise yea. Born inna the slum is a tall clip and a gun that mi grow wid a mi bedside yea. Dog this a nuh blup and mi born come seet ruff affi war fi mek the ends nice.

Verse 2
Love the badness and mi sincere but mi love the good suh wah mi still fear (fear who ? ) tell dem mi been brave that a weh deh been clear
coppa mek yuh skin tear
Have the weapon dem a wok like we a buil slave
Neva left the shotta dem weh dig grave
Mi Killa dem a put everything in place
Any dissin a put yuh to disgrace
Suh we wash the money and rinse the gun dem
If dem diss we dem affi think fi run weh
Dem say we can’t rich but history done mek
Well seet deh the badness upgrade royalty tek care a mi family but mi a buy bare guns wid dub plate fi wah? Lock ends mi have dogs fi that but mi a touch the road plane
Dem Neva bus a gun yet
much less fi guh buss a court case
Five suite a day and all now mi dont change yea
Senior, Iclip a we run the whole place boyzie

Chorus
a badness a mi love life
born inna the thug life, when we a party every gun rise if war star man a Claut it till the sun rise yea. Born inna the slum is a tall clip and a gun that mi grow wid a mi bedside yea. Dog this a nuh blup and mi born come seet ruff affi war fi mek the ends nice.