BRAATA Bam Bam

(Bam Bam)
 (Bam Bam)
 Yeah, he eat pork
 Snort dope
 Pants hang off his ass
 No respect for his elders
 And teaching the kids bad
 A straight scab
 Who just lost his last hood pass
 I'm a put him in a bag
 And take him out with the trash
 Mon mi heat rash
 Blowing cross the sand nomad
 Bombs over Baghdad
 They thought I was Arab
 Iron grasp on the Moses staff clearing a path
 Boom stick on hip
 If you hop I blast
 I'm hot as a fish fry
 Fist high
 Revolution blacker
 You a slacker
 Donating plasma
 Monkey do rapper
 Copy catter talking bout you making the work stretch
 We coming where you rest
 Got the trap on gps
 And loaded to the tip
 Open doors with big kicks
 Automatic rifle hand gun and a few clips
 Bring solution to Babylons pollution
 This good against evil
 And you know what side losing
 (Bam Bam)
 (Bam Bam)
 These lickle bastards and they daddy's need dey asses whooped
 Get a switch style
 And Mac fitna snap n whip a whipasnappers ass so bad it's a task just sit down
 At least now you could be a stand up nigga
 Man up nigga
 What man got his hand up in ya
 Like Man Whut said
 You a puppet
 And I can't fuck wit ya
 And I ain't caught no hard charges yet
 I can afford a F
 (Huh) but da bad news is that you can't afford a death
 When shit's about to go down u can't afford the depth
 Moms only son gone shit is unfortunate
 But if you niggas want some well then
 (Bam Bam)
 Bilong bam bam
 Here me come come
 If any one wan romp
 Then it's gon be like diarrhea when dat
 Gun wit da drum dump
 Like Barapapapum
 I'm puttin in that work
 I know you really don't wanna get done done
 But if you want some
 (Bam Bam)
 (Bam Bam)