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lirik lagu money mad – london posse

[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 l!ck 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 b*tters 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 ?m*ffin 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, ?l!ck 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 l!ckin’ the techs with ease
there’s no “please”, just sn*tch 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 l!ck 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]

- london posse

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