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fat joe & tuggawar - bad man lyrics

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[intro: tuggawar]
[?]

[verse 1: fat joe]
i’m the new spike lee, i’m the new spike lee
went from selling nicks to kicks all on the court
seat so close, i’m callin’ plays with the coach
in and out of huddles, knicks named me the muscle
real bad man, twenty+two baby mother
baby slingin’ similac, i was bred in b+tter
three holes in your head tryna ball out the gutter
drop a pin and my men’ll strike
cayman islands, ain’t an opp in sight
my n+ggas keep spinnin’ worse than deontay wilder fights

[verse 2: fat joe]
sensitive thugs, you all need slugs
i wouldn’t dap you n+ggas with a sanitized glove
i see you, love, and i wish you all the luck
i’m lawyered up and still scared to give a b+tch a hug
the long arm’ll push you ovеr the edge
cеll got your name on it, toilet and bed
then come home actin’ familiar
when you press ’em, now they civilians
i’m out in jamaica with all the tings, son
you with the scams, you pullin’ a sean kingston
[interlude: tuggawar]
yo, cool & dre
bombo p+ssy rasclatt [?], you know, man
yo, joe crack

[verse 3: tuggawar]
i wan’ [?] p+ssyclat to dem
talk movements, we’ll put gunshot through them
when me rise up the ting with the clip that bend
full him up a gunshot, then reload again
if you feel say you brave, just step pon me ends
then the p+ssy make the headline news at 10
i hate rats and feds
i’m from a place if you snitch, then you’re dead
man of war strapped just to protect them head
gunman’ll run up on your cover and red, nothin’ more said
the streets so cold
i don’t give a f+ck, call me the north pole
ak strapped to my back like a pole
circle the block and the flats on my own
wargod zone
bust my gun ’til your face rearranged on the curb
arrow fly like bird, i’m so f+ckin’ absurd
p+ssyhole, mark my word, got me gun, dem a lurk
if you diss terror squad, we put your face pon a shirt
buss it up ’til the rasclatt gun won’t work
a dozen so hot, put your face in the dirt
we gonna fight and serve
automatic pon repeat, twelve holes through your shirt
p+ssy gone in the dirt
[outro: tuggawar]
[?]
yo, fat joe
outside with it



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