Lyrics:
hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used
the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like
[Sparkle]
Two years ago, promises is all I heard
Wait a minute, let me finish
Two years ago, promises is all I heard
Out of your mouth
Now you
can't lose, and all my blessings comin' by the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no hate, gotta catch me on a whole 'nother date
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended
That we to judge thee have in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by thine own rejected
O most afflicted
across the land
Turn the other cheek he'd plead
Love thy neighbor was his creed
Pain humiliation death, he did not dread
With his Bible at his side
deceit
The discontent silenced or put to death
In the great deceit. It's mental slavery
Our segregation is further fed by ignorance
This disconnection
as soon as I'm finished
Let me rap for a minute, stack for minute, eating this beat let me snack for a minute
Boom bap for a minute, bat for a minute, I was
life
Divided by destiny
Torn between death and doom
Destruction by decision
Fate shows me my open tomb
Apprehension runs down your chin
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
Escobar season has returned...
It's been a long time
Been a long time comin'
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette
And a game of chance
know I must be brave
For I must face a man who hates me or lie a coward a craven coward
Or lie a coward in my grave
Oh to be torn twixt love and duty
all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
A black horse with famine at his gails
The doctrine of hatred
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me
Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go
Taking all my niggas with me, everywhere I go
Letting all my real niggas know
They hate to see us winning
I'll be standing by them as I
Know he'd want me to
And write a word or two to Mary as they grow
And write a word or two to Mary as they grow
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
It's three eighteen, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your
It took less than a minute
No words got in the way
The telephone clicked, ooh it was finished
And I never even saw your face
It takes less than
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