Lyrics

[Sample: Bad Boy by Courtney Melody] Bad boy a walk round the place (woah ya) Bad boy a walk round the place (woah ya) [Chorus: Bionic] Gone money mad Gone money mad Living in a tunnel, dem say gone money mad Money mad Dem say gone money mad, mad, mad Money mad Dem say gone money mad (money mad x5) [Verse 1: Rodney / Bionic] (Sample: Run, come catch the reggae) Run a go tell your friend that The London Posse is money mad again (come follow me) We a go tell you about the bad boy dem (eh hee) If it nuh reach, return to he who send (London Posse!) We a go tell you about the ones who are bad Cuz you done gone money mad (Boom!) They see ya livin', take, they lick it, and they long gone Braids get stomped on Bucked by Long John, Silver Could be a mugga' or a safe crackah' Could be a robba', hit man, or computa' hacka' Could be a earna' (we call dem Earn'a'ton) Trouble for a reason A fat piece I earn a ton (tell em) Fat piece I brandished in the raid Automatic with a fade Bank got sprayed, the pounds was made It's in the airwaves, on a police receiver Cause every massive got the money mad fever [Chorus: Bionic] Gone money mad Gone money mad Living in a tunnel, dem say gone money mad Money mad Dem gone money mad, mad, mad Money mad Dem gone money mad [Verse 2: Bionic] In a London city is a whole heap of earna' Like how ruffneck, ruthless, s-burner Man dem a see when crimes, cuz dem times look hard (Wah dem do?) Slingshot, wash rag, drama up a yard (dem a deh ?) Gangster yoots, who bang for coupes ?Whose butters off and doubling like their nutter off? Steal your oil, ?before your teams are tall? ?By purple, I'd love to steal your oil?, and car ?Cuz you're hard? and you ain't nothing but a potential victim Pursued by a ?muffin nutter? (Sample: Could be a kaya, a dippa, a blagfa) Or a ruffneck ragga, brandishin' a dagga' Man a can't shoot ?again when a car sure is sport? I bang ? ?off his door? Or secure a ?core?, stick up Yoots get rough, enough, to do their stuff And then spend it, them a buss a gun that cause nuff (?tru dem?) [Chorus: Bionic] Gone money mad Gone money mad Living in a tunnel, dem say gone money mad Money mad Dem gone money mad, mad, mad Money mad Dem gone money mad [Samples spliced in the mix] (See those crazy bunch of bad boys) [Verse 3: Rodney P] Money mad yoot, the truth I'm gonna tell ya bout (Don't trust too much man) Cuz they will sell you out I live in an area where it's scarier after dark The ratty cars ain't marked so mind your ?guess card? (???) ??? bull pull insomnia??? Young yoots getting treated like monsters (When I bass??) Or should I say a policeman have his truncheon See a black man, ?lick him?, put him in a cell and punch him up Sometimes I think they make the yoot ?look out for raggadism? ?after lisping? Some nuff of dem in prison doing long ?birds? For petty crime Some of you can't relate, but wait and you'll see I'm Talking facts, not lies, not fiction It's hard to understand but all the bad boys know my diction Right on the mic, tonight, it's worried Letting off lyrics and I'm looking at money, ? me [Chorus: Bionic] Gone money mad Gone money mad Living in a tunnel, dem say gone money mad Money mad Dem gone money mad, mad, mad Money mad Dem gone money mad [Verse 4: Bionic] From your posse in town, don't drop it like I do fam Cuz you can even get distressed by a rude gang Who's holding a blade saying, "Gimme that ?blue fam?" And you hand it over, proving that you're some, ?dismargerie? In the ghetto you so large I mean Respected for lickin' the techs with ease There's no "Please", just snatch and dash And the one with the most cash gets the most panache (and uh) Price of schemin', wheelin', and dealin' Let's stick to stealin', cuz it's more appealin' Then dreaming of the beamer and mercs, but never havin' them Seein' opportunities, they be grabbin' em' (Charlie, smack, crack, or even sess??) Assaulted by the youths as young as 12 years old They want gold and a BMW And outside dem will get it from dem a tek the trouble to Go on a likkle earner til dem gon money mad Fi a bruck pocket you owe a life is a drag Singin' in a di alley, let dem a dally from the rafts One of da big time money don dem drop it pon, pon, pon Ruffneck, terrorist organized by fiya (weh dem look?) ??? o dem a lick a banka Well dem a movin' all di massive dem a drivin all di mawga Stealin buckets, so don't go expect fi get stabbed (Seen?) [Chorus: Bionic] Money mad Dem gone money mad, mad, mad Money mad Dem gone money mad (Speed it up again!) Gone money mad Gone money mad Living in a tunnel, dem say gone money mad [Outro] And the yardie massive? (Gone money mad) Brooklyn crew? (Gone money mad) Brixton massive? (Me say dem gone money mad) Junction crew? (Gone money mad) Subrocks massive? (Me say dem done money mad) Ladbroke crew? (Gone money mad) Stonebridge crew? (Gone money mad) ?Wansbrough Isle? ? (Gone money mad) Utica massive? (Gone money mad) All the Tiger massive? (Gone money mad) All the ?Hansborough? crew, (hold tight) And all the rude girls, big up! Yes man And remember, ya better gwan like an idiot fi a in a di ghetto And you should not forget this stress All the Roughhouse massive, hold tight (Seen?) Man like Baby O (Big up!) Fly Man (Easy!) Demon Boys (Hold tight! Respect!) [Sample: Bad Boy by Tenor Saw] See those crazy bunch of bad boys [Sample: Bad Boy by Courtney Melody] Bad boy a walk round the place (woah ya) Wicked! All entertaina' crew, hang on! [Sample: Bad Boy by Courtney Melody] Bad boy a walk round the place (woah ya) Bad boy a walk round the place (woah ya) Shock out! [Echo to fade]