fucker I got Bad Azz in this motha fucka Puffin on Lye Hoping that it gets me high (Makaveli the Don, representing the Outlawz) They got a nigga goin crazy (Bad
Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics Like the Holy Koran Niggas get Shook Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans
fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad
side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on bad boys Niggas fuck for life Plus puffy tryin'
), better get that attitude adjusted before I mash ya spot... (Plus now the Brat's trippin') must want a ass whoopin'... we be the first ones to fuck with you and Bad
never mind that we should let it go (we should let it go) cos we don't wanna be a t.v episode (t.v episode) and all the bad thoughts just let them go
I'm talkin about Now it's somethin you can imagine so I don't hafta explain Oh, just picture the North Pole relaxin in my chain And my girl, she bad, so bad
fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at Verse 2: rah digga Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents (Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin') You can say that I got you I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I
habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that
be bulletproof [Verse 1:] I know I'm always wrong She gets mad cause I'm always gone She want me at a school but they prob'ly can't afford us Plus I
these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus
time for me n her, relationship to grow They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me Plus,
cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) [Verse 1: DMX] Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one Where's my gaurdian
baby! You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck Double
when it's all about the glory But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting
eatin off a platinum plate. I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate. I want the iron gates, and low interest rates. Plus a fly little spot
got other plans But I can't see you hand in hand with another man I've been on autopilot since we last spoke And I don't want to board this flight on a bad