Bad Out Deh
Alozade
Bad Out Here
Stray, we don’t stray
Play, we don’t play
Let me tell you about the hood
Down there, don’t expect no flowers
Crazy shootouts with the cops for hours
Presy and his crew don’t mess with cowards
No quitters, whenever it rains it pours
Jungle's got a bang, making the place rumble
Enemies run, and they stumble
Doesn’t make sense, you fumble, don’t grumble
Better off being humble
They’ll dress you up in red from the carpet
Clangs and One Order lock down Spanish Town from
Border to border
If a punk steps up, oh what a saga
Well Spain Town’s shotguns go bang
What’s that? Click-click (gunshots)
Matches Lane, man’s not lame
They’ll light up your flame
How do you think Papa Zeeks got his name?
Anything wild, they tame
Lock the main and the lane just the same, they’re not
Bad man frames
Grants Pen and Paneland, boom boy homes make
When you look, you see bare land
Hundreds of guns go off louder than
Cannons
Man’s clapping it with one hand
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Bust it up, bust it up, don’t fear the enemy
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Don’t care what a punk’s thinking
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Bust it up, bust it up, don’t fear the enemy
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Don’t care what a punk’s thinking
Well Flankers got a thing called the jungle
Jesus take the life out of a body, make it freeze that
Salem and Gully men shoot till it breezes out
Canterbury aiming for knees and headshots
Headshots, you feel that rush and red ground
Anywhere you live, they turn that into ground zero
Waltham, Waterhouse and Whitehall, their guns stand tall
When it rises, something falls
Southside and East, guns sleep, grease in the heart of war, there’s no peace
Whether country or town, bad from all around
If you’re no clown with a gun, rise up your peace
Bust it up
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Bust it up, bust it up, don’t fear the enemy
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Don’t care what a punk’s thinking
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Bust it up, bust it up, don’t fear the enemy
All my gangsters, if you don’t wanna be
Don’t care what a punk’s thinking
Let me tell you about the hood
Down there, don’t expect no flowers
Crazy shootouts with the cops for hours
Presy and his crew don’t mess with cowards
No quitters, whenever it rains it pours
Jungle's got a bang, making the place rumble
Enemies run, and they stumble
Doesn’t make sense, you fumble, don’t grumble
Better off being humble
They’ll dress you up in red from the carpet
Clangs and One Order lock down Spanish Town from
Border to border
If a punk steps up, oh what a saga
Well Spain Town’s shotguns go bang
What’s that? Click-click (gunshots)
Matches Lane, man’s not lame
They’ll light up your flame
How do you think Papa Zeeks got his name?
Anything wild, they tame
Lock the main and the lane just the same, they’re not
Bad man frames
Grants Pen and Paneland, boom boy homes make
When you look, you see bare land
Hundreds of guns go off louder than
Cannons
Man’s clapping it with one hand
Stray, we don’t stray
Play, we don’t play
