this, come, holla at me, I need them girls Girls from then dem find mi interestin' Not for money woman is di next best ting So it is logical to do some
for? (Dem a club badbwoy!) Step to we yuh get destroyed (Dem a club badbwoy!) Knock yuh out like we do Roy (Dem a club badbwoy!) Dem a club bad who? Club
guns The church and nra Pray for their salvations Prey on the lower faiths The story book's been read And every line believed Curriculum's been set Logic
9th is on the track bitch I don't track until I go hoarse Hear my voice and they pray that they never hear the chorus Cause thinkin' logical to me was
We know that what we reap we sow But we forget how low we can go You think it's bad here on Earth But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell It's all goin
these beats like In other words, the police Say it, say it like Pac the police Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground Where little kids got it bad
Child] Yo, ay I ain't foreign man, you call me Norrin Radd Most of these new rappers suck but most of them they aren't bad Madchild like Kid Cudi, he
down with Malik symoblic To the mind of word that's Islamic the killer force As I deposit dealin' with logic I keep my brain on cock it don't stop Bad
, you're going crazy) in the background Why the negative vibes and why people take bribes I don't understand it yo, I don't know Why the bad people
your fuckin' heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine Fool it's your bad time Feel the
your fuckin' heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go, click On my Tec-nine, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it's your bad time
the rap game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the
understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everythin? goes wrong, you see some bad
If it's not with you There is no thing that makes wanna settle down I thought it was a bad cough But never knew how much illusions hide a torture Lonesome
's not the logic It's not the questions Third degree It's not acceptance No, it's not defiance It's the silence It's the silence Fear of the unknown Is bad
mean but I don't mean what I say Well, well, it's fine out Well, well, what do I say I've never seen a bad day look quite this way And well, well, what
This is for you, and you And you, and you Now I came up with little bad ass yea gas, to never had ass yea gas Slept and ate with our peeps but we let