| Verse 1
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| Tom Gist:
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| I got problems, naw, I’m no flossin'
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| Notice in the lobby, there’s no high raw
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| No jobs so I’m forced to be a nemesis
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| Notice on my door, them days lead to premises
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| I can’t be a straight dude
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| My girl said «There's something in the oven nigga, and it ain’t food»
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| Sometimes I wanna slap her fuckin' lips off
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| Went to see my P.O. |
| had to drop piss off
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| I remember life was easy playin' kickball
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| Now I’m outcasted like Big Boi, playing with the big boys
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| And my day’s straight horrible
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| Black boy slain, no need to read the article
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| I can’t afford not to be selfish
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| Lookin' for a job is like lookin' for Elvis
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| Got my mind gone halfway
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| Today was a bad day
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| Tom Gist:
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| My nigga just got locked up again and shit
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| (Today was a bad day)
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| Grandma’s gotta go back to the hospital
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| (Today was a bad day)
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| Verse 2
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| Tom Gist:
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| All I got is my word, a pad and a pen
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| Hey, them jokes ain’t funny today
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| Hey, old folks say son just pray
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| Hey, so I can be broke, old, and gray, nay
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| Barely made it through last night
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| I spent my last on a oil change and there goes the gas, light
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| Damn dude the streets is sour
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| Even papi in a problem now, there’s no more powder
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| Death might be my best bet
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| I’m wildin', throw some beats on in my headset
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| Rob called like «Waddup, duke»
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| «Same shit, yeah, this day was fucked up too»
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| Startin' to feel hungry, lookin' at my watch
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| 'Bout to test my credit at the Chinese spot
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| Stay strong is what my dad say
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| (I hear you talkin' pops)
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| Today was a bad day
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| Tom Gist:
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| Fuckin' label told me I’m not what they lookin' for and shit man
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| (Today was a bad day)
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| Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man
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| (Today was a bad day)
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| Verse 3
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| Cam’ron:
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| Bacon, pig feet, all hog (chitlins)
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| Fall, small, feelin' like O-Dog
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| The F.B.I. |
| got Shiest (Not Bub)
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| Zeke got knocked right, and I almost got life
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| And his bail was a hot price, not nice
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| Y’all shot dice, I got shot twice
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| And the feds heard my murder raps
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| Said my name was Killa, they put me on a murder rap
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| And they know it’s absurd to rat
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| They ask me anyway
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| Nope, I never heard of that
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| My wifey going psycho
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| Said she need the green, not the gecko from Geico
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| Mess wit' her, not the hottest chance
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| Told me write her some letters, only we out of stamps
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| Stood back in my mack stance, lack dance
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| Fine luxury, give him a lap dance
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| Left the crib and I’m posting
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| Squalie pulled me over, scoping
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| What’s the commotion
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| Two people got killed in Harlem
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| Word to say today was a bad day
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| Cam’ron:
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| Today was a bad day
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| Today was a bad day
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| Today was a bad day
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| Today was a bad day |