ya And go and hide inside the mouth of a clam or somethin' Cause I'm out and about - I'm bad news, a henchman A jellyfish with an attitude, so listen
need a circumcision on the mic mechanism Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost Before you fuck around you better fuck with Blue Cross I'm leaving
need a circumcision on the mic mechanism Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost Before you fuck around you better fuck with blue cross I'm leaving
't know, don't hurt nobody (?) Let her wild out, livin' up the party The way that she shakes, good lord almighty She got it right with her bad attitude
of demise This is the happy ending Where the bad guy goes down and dies This is the end With me on my knees and wondering why? Cross my heart, hope
attitude I can feel the heat on the soles of my feet In the shadows on the sidewalk In the cool limousine drivin' in between Cop cars in the cross talk
Intro Boom Bap Original Rap Boom Bap Original Rap See how it sounds(bo!) a little unrational(bo!)*4 Verse 1 Now bad boy squad and bad boy crew everything
Hail Hail the Idol Hail Hail the Idol Idol be bad Idol be wild Martyr your heart Father a love child We need all your kinks And your dark attitude We
Summer death, slow step Walk behind the mother of the thirteen year old brown-eyed boy Attitudes, attitudes Sloganized by middle boots The men who slogged
been treated awful bad for a long time.." [The Wicked One] I've been sayin this, I gotta fix em I wanna fix em with a crucifixion Nail em to a cross
you, Bet you never know the code word used fi the digital screw was the nerd inna de burbs The words never mean one thing Want see how the bad man negative
the cause and never pause There is always something about to hit You got bombs and guns, a cross and stakes And you are not above throwing a fit Bring your bad ass attitude
of demise this is the happy ending where the bad guy goes down and dies this is the end with me on my knees and wondering why? cross my heart, hope
sharing, I da learned to stop caring, cause they'll never ever see a bad bitch like me again Before there was many, now I only see one, and that bad bitch
shit And my khakis saggin and my classic rag Dont mean to boast or don't mean to brag Since down wit S.L.A.B I been actin bad Hataz get a .44 bag wit
Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats So niggaz'd back back, I'm a man dude with a attitude
can't take back the past, so now I'm blaming it all on myself I had niggaz that came and left, while spending all of my wealth But quietly kept, I'm bad
to lock him up Now what does that teach us? -They don't give a fuck If you hurt flesh and blood that don't cross nothing But you'll get like twelve months