| You’re all a bunch of fucking assholes
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| You know why?
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| Cause you don’t got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous… he doesn’t have that problem
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| He always tells the truth
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| That’s what it’s all about?
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| That’s what we work so hard for Fabolous?
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| So they can point their fucking fingers
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| and call me the fucking bad guy?
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| I guess I’m the bad guy
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| The fingers is pointing
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| Nigga, I don’t go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?)
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| It’s cause the streets is watching
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| With an envious ear, jealous eye
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| You know how William H. Bonnie’s rockin
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| I keep the home ??? |
| two way contact for Johnny Cochran
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| Be the same dudes, testing your patience
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| In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
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| You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
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| And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
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| These playas been playin’foul
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| And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
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| Nigga, this how I live it ain’t just entertainment
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| I’m what they been trying to do, not do
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| I’m the kid, they been lying to you
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| You need people like me
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| I’m so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
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| Yeah, that’s the bad guy
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| You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers
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| And say, «That's the bad guy.»
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| So, what they make you?
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| Good?
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| Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
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| Quit they job and live off the child support
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| How could you stand there, smile in court
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| I’ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
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| You better sign a pre-nup
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| You catch me instead of 'it wasn’t me'
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| I’m gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
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| I love the way your butt swishes
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| But non of these slut bitches
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| is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
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| If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
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| All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
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| I’ll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
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| But I ain’t into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
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| I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
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| Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
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| Ma you’ll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
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| So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It’s the last time you’re gonna hear a bad guy ???
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| You better make way, it’s a bad guy coming through
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| Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ???, females hugs
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| I making my business, my kids won’t have to retail drugs
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| I get threats over the two way from email thugs
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| I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
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| Think I’m liking you? |
| Wrong
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| Cause even if I get locked
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| My money won’t let me stay unrighteous for wrong
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| Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
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| Right back to the P’s, latest pair of Michael’s shoes on When you holla in the club it’s cool
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| But don’t change the subject fool
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| And start askin if I remember you from public school
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| You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
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| Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
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| FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
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| ??? |
| guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don’t care what other haters do But if you think I’m loved for saving you
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| Say goodnight to the bad guy
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| Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself
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| one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection
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| (*Gun Shot*) |