juelz santana - bad guy lyrics
[intro: tony montana from scarface (1983)]
you’re all a bunch of f-ckin’ -ssh0l-s
you know why? you don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
you need people like me
you need people like me so you can point your f-ckin’ fingers and say, “that’s the bad guy”
so, what that make you? good? you’re not good
you just know how to hide, how to lie
me? i don’t have that problem
[chorus: juelz santana]
uh, say h-llo to the bad guys
feds takin’ pictures, hope they got my good side (yeah)
the price of life’s gettin’ cheaper and i’m just gettin’ richer, lil’ n-gga (lil’ n-gga)
n-gga talkin’ static, i hear feedback, eat that
n-ggas lame and they rejects, i see that (i see that)
believe that (believe that)
shotty bounce, body count
28 bodies found, k!llin’ n-ggas by the ounce (ooooh)
[verse 1: juelz santana]
n-ggas get k!lled tryna play tough (yep)
n-ggas get k!lled tryna play us (yep)
w-ssup? don’t be a f-ckin’ dumb dumb (dumb)
i get your whole clique hit for a lump sum (bow!)
uh, brought guns to the knife war (yeah)
f-ck a n-gga tryna fight for (naw)
when that sawed off could knock your jaw off (heh)
don’t make my young boys knock yours off (whooo!)
i know n-ggas that’ll shoot you then go to your funeral (yeah)
i know n-ggas that’ll k!ll you then pay for a mural (yeah)
just to stand in front of it and take a picture wit’chu (d-mn)
sh-t, you n-ggas accident murderers
got professionals, make it look like a accident, murderers (murderers)
then i got my reckless murderers
dropped a gun, cops come, they go gon’ tell ’em they murdered ya (tell ’em)
harlem’s new bumpy johnson, protecting my empire, uh, nucky thompson
[chorus: juelz santana]
uh, say h-llo to the bad guys
feds takin’ pictures, hope they got my good side (yeah)
the price of life’s gettin’ cheaper and i’m just gettin’ richer, lil’ n-gga (lil’ n-gga)
n-gga talkin’ static, i hear feedback, eat that
n-ggas lame and they rejects, i see that (i see that)
believe that (believe that)
shotty bounce, body count (ooooh)
28 bodies found, k!llin’ n-ggas by the ounce
[juelz santana]
there’s a war going on outside, n0body safe (nope)
gotta ball to you fall, if not, life’s a waste (yeah)
gotta watch them n-ggas, they tryna take your place (watch)
tell them money hungry n-ggas my gun is all on the plate (aight)
clip so long it’s hangin’ off the plate (yeah)
i got enough for whoever ain’t ate (who else?)
extra clips for a side dish (uh), who want try this? (haha)
still got bricks, who want try this? (this)
i don’t cook c0ke (nope), i deep fry fish (fish)
fly n-gga, she just wanna see the c-ckpit (haha)
hot topic, dead bodies in the courtyard (yard)
f-ck it, keep the money comin’ like p-rn stars (p-rn stars)
i could get you k!lled for a bag of reefer (reefer)
i could get you laced for a pair of sneakers (sneakers)
imagine what these n-ggas do for a feature (imagine)
and the story gets even deeper (yeah)
[chorus: juelz santana & jadakiss]
uh, say h-llo to the bad guys
feds takin’ pictures, hope they got my good side
the price of life’s getting cheaper and i’m just gettin’ richer, lil’ n-gga (lil’ n-gga)
n-gga talkin’ static, i hear feedback, eat that
n-ggas lame and they rejects, i see that (i see that)
believe that
shotty bounce, body count
28 bodies found (uh, ah-haaeeeh), k!llin’ n-ggas by the ounce
[verse 3: jadakiss]
now what i do? go out, get it, try to bring it back (yeah)
they always gon’ need somebody to point the finger at (uh-huh)
on me now harder than they was when i was slingin’ crack
i’m a tax payin’ citizen, i ain’t slingin’ jack
keep my name in the mix ’cause they know me
i ain’t never hung out wit’ ’em, we ain’t homies
a lot of the hate really come from bein’ lonely
and as soon as you stop f-ckin’ with ’em, you bein’ phony (mhm)
i ain’t playin’ with ’em (nah)
shotty for the youngsters
give ’em the whole thing (yep), body in the dumpsters
truer n-ggas that tie n-ggas up, call it the trunksters (mhm)
the way i’m on it, it’s like a new gotti is amongst us
what!
[chorus: juelz santana & jadakiss]
uh, say h-llo to the bad guys
feds takin’ pictures, hope they got my good side
the price of life’s getting cheaper and i’m just gettin’ richer, lil’ n-gga (lil’ n-gga)
n-gga talkin’ static, i hear feedback, eat that
n-ggas lame and they rejects, i see that (i see that)
believe that
shotty bounce, body count
28 bodies found, k!llin’ n-ggas by the ounce
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