| Song | Bad Company |
| Artist | Sizzla |
| Album | 100 Bombes Ragga Dancehall Vol. 2 |
| [Intro:] | |
| Listen up words up, | |
| be not so ignorant | |
| blacker reverence | |
| time fi di youth dem hail Haile Selassie | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Too much sufferation mi cyaan bear no more | |
| Brutalization them don't love the poor so me | |
| Play the music every night and day because | |
| Bad company will lead you astray | |
| [x2] | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Yow mi cook mi food | |
| Poor people get some out of it | |
| dem shot the innocent | |
| still nothing come out of it hmm… | |
| Speak the truth ah that me promote ah it | |
| yuh cut the people flesh | |
| yes blood run out of it, now | |
| your duty is wuk fi everyone | |
| police and dey gun yes they get out of hand | |
| judge, you should take it out their hand | |
| yuh hurt black people and yuh don't care a damn | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| black people royal | |
| and dem regal all the guns in the world are illegal | |
| even a knife or a pen it is lethal | |
| they use it to kill for what they can achieve and | |
| selectah' play the music boost up di place | |
| why should police come shoot up di place? | |
| Prove dem ah prove dem nah hold no faith | |
| corruption cyaan guh through Mount Zion gate | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| And still slavery ah gwaan | |
| nutten' nuh change | |
| betta get brave | |
| nutten nuh strange | |
| dem ah shoot dung' di people like dem tink' seh ah range | |
| brimstone ah fall like rain | |
| should'nt shot di people ah LaRoose | |
| dat nuh mek it dat lose | |
| hey yuh nah set nuh example fi di youth hey | |
| ah just di truth ah just di truth | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Verse 4:] | |
| Plant di food poor people get some out of it | |
| yuh cut di people flesh blood will run out of it | |
| yuh shot di innocent nutten come out of it | |
| I got to speak the truth what me promote ah it | |
| your duty is wuk fi everyone | |
| police and their gun they get out of hand | |
| judge, you should take it out their hand | |
| dey kill di ghetto youth and they don't care a damn |
| Intro: | |
| Listen up words up, | |
| be not so ignorant | |
| blacker reverence | |
| time fi di youth dem hail Haile Selassie | |
| Chorus: | |
| Too much sufferation mi cyaan bear no more | |
| Brutalization them don' t love the poor so me | |
| Play the music every night and day because | |
| Bad company will lead you astray | |
| x2 | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Yow mi cook mi food | |
| Poor people get some out of it | |
| dem shot the innocent | |
| still nothing come out of it hmm | |
| Speak the truth ah that me promote ah it | |
| yuh cut the people flesh | |
| yes blood run out of it, now | |
| your duty is wuk fi everyone | |
| police and dey gun yes they get out of hand | |
| judge, you should take it out their hand | |
| yuh hurt black people and yuh don' t care a damn | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 2: | |
| black people royal | |
| and dem regal all the guns in the world are illegal | |
| even a knife or a pen it is lethal | |
| they use it to kill for what they can achieve and | |
| selectah' play the music boost up di place | |
| why should police come shoot up di place? | |
| Prove dem ah prove dem nah hold no faith | |
| corruption cyaan guh through Mount Zion gate | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| And still slavery ah gwaan | |
| nutten' nuh change | |
| betta get brave | |
| nutten nuh strange | |
| dem ah shoot dung' di people like dem tink' seh ah range | |
| brimstone ah fall like rain | |
| should' nt shot di people ah LaRoose | |
| dat nuh mek it dat lose | |
| hey yuh nah set nuh example fi di youth hey | |
| ah just di truth ah just di truth | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 4: | |
| Plant di food poor people get some out of it | |
| yuh cut di people flesh blood will run out of it | |
| yuh shot di innocent nutten come out of it | |
| I got to speak the truth what me promote ah it | |
| your duty is wuk fi everyone | |
| police and their gun they get out of hand | |
| judge, you should take it out their hand | |
| dey kill di ghetto youth and they don' t care a damn |