Chorus:
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah jah ranks pass mi m-i
(repeat)
Verse 1:
(niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid of a
Bwoy weh bus di same gun as me
(niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid to defend my life a g.p
(niggers bleed jus like us) picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright
(niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light
Willie haffi squeeze the desert es
Better yuh ease nigger leave
Well gun shot a surround yuh like breeze
Well copper shot a tek a bwoy like bees
Caan believe, yuh hear mi steve, bad man just get grieve and sing seh
Chorus
Verse 2:
Well fi live dung ainna di jungle yuh haffi have whole heap a skill
Yuh haffi tek a lot a chill pill to kill
Well big up all di man dem from warricka hill, hill, hill
What is my favourite attack when mi dress up in a mi frock
Wid mi wig pon mi head, sixteen over back
Bragga dagga dagga da twenty five body drop
But mr. ria, mr. squire, bredda nia, bad man a flex like vampire
Mi wi shot dung a bwoy and nyam him liver
But first the d.j haffi utter
Verse 3:
Weh yuh think all my guns are for
Forty-five in control jus to explode on a bwoy soul
Time changing things re-arranging more guns bussing
More man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering
Well everyday yuh hear another likkle youth gone
And another m-16 man born
Man plant peas and waan reap corn
What a gwaan, what a gwaan
