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Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
slingin' rocks at the Rox
The shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock, thug 'til I drop
And if I hit the pen' I
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
try to stop us
My henchmen behind me, in black benz's with big toppers
Get up on my life, nigga, the kid's proper
Wrist glint, the big shit, cult
Yeah, I'ma need that gold medal, matte black shit on a whip
Hear them drums, nigga? ERYS in a 6 with the wrist
'Bout to swish, no assist, never
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
we bring the mob out
Fuck it bruh, Call out
Brothers never fall out
Cuz on my mama when we all connect shit we go all out
You other niggas, Call out
With my long hair and black nails
Skating through living hell
I'm not complaining
That shit made me famous
Throughout the halls of my school Breaking all
Growin up I was a knucklehead
Boy you never listen to me!
Thats what my momma said
Im from the projects i ain't never had shit
Me and my older
"word"- Slick Rick
Intro:
Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
my peoples on the left rock on. All my
toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete
nigga play yo part
I'm real to the core nigga i play my parts
Inna black minivan sb sky high nigga
In the same minivan we gon drive by nigga
We twisted
it by my nickname
Skidding bout town
Scheming on these dumb hoes
Looking slick up in my clothes ()
Niggas used to call me Oreo
Jeans still tight, rock
Rock on, rock on
I know some that'll strap for some
I know some that'll clap for some
Still I'm locked in my maximum-security cell
3 mil know I'm hot
3
conscious
If I was shaking my ass
They wouldn’t give a shit
I’m on the list
No ifs ands or buts about it
I’m on the list
Because I’m righteous
If you got ears
School on my shirt (yeah)
Yeah, definitely gon' rock that
Margiela for sure
Yeah she told me she on me
She wanna do X for dinner
And dick for dessert
of shit that make you milly rock
Aye, bicken with yo thot you ain't have a clue
I ain't wanna really do it but I had to
Boy you got me fucked up rockin all
was just a young nipper
rolling with a backpack
Trust me it's a rap black
I know you've got to trap but know that it's a trap that
you can get
way you spin it
Boy getting Lei-Ed by the time we finished
(Woah)
You alright, mate? I see you're in my nation
You can see a black cab in
The talons
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
make it ill for me
Spit it
"Death on the phono, my skills are dolo
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"
It's that underground b-boy shit
Just a beat
are?
And I'm demanding respect by a women
More so melanated, but America you hate it
Rock back, side to side
Rock, rock back, side to side
Misogynoir
with this life shit
Fiending for a nice wrist might slit bargain my soul for the right prices
They bite this, niggas be using me like a stipend
My right
his head for snatchin Reeboks
Cut the dreadlocks, son, I rock the bald Caeser
Allow God to slip through the shit more easier
Police pulsated that
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