Ur all a bunch a fuckin assholes
U know why?
Cause u don't got tha guts 2 be what u want 2 be
Now tha kid...he doesn't have dat problem
He always tells the truth(I just look at errything)
Das what it's all about?(tha bad wit tha good)
Das why I work so hard 2 be AK-MURDA?(tha fake wit tha real)
So dey can point their fuckin fingers(tha hate wit tha love)
and call me tha fuckin bad guy?
[Verse 1]
I guess I'm tha bad guy
Tha fingers is pointin
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs witout bringin my joint in
Dey be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause tha streets is watchin
Wit an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how Jasun M. Squires rockin
I keep tha home cell 2 way contact 4 Johnny Cochran
Be tha same dudes, testin your patience
In dem hospitals, restin like patients, confessin 2 agents
U smell me, make a nigga spray tha Wesson like fragrance
And u pay ur way out arrests and arraignments
Dese playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson wit flagrants
Nigga, dis how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what 50 been trying 2 do, not do
I'm tha kid, he been lying 2 u
U need people like me
I'm tha A to tha K, M.U.R.D.A
Yeah, das tha bad guy
U need people like me
So u can point ur fuckin fingers
And say, "das tha bad guy."
So, what dat make u?
Good?
[Verse 2:]
Bitches think all dey gotta do, is say tha child is urs
Quit dey job, and live off tha child support
How could u stand dere, smile in court
Ima just settle, fly back 2 tha hood as a last resort
U better sign a pre-nup
U catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
Ima say 'where u get a key from?'
I love tha way your butt swishes
But non of dese slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If dey see how tha Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready 2 light tha weed and pull it
Now erry chick wanna make me cum faster den a speedin bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had tha thickest chickens to tha boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting tha kid like me 2 spend
Ma u'll never see a bad guy like me again, 4 real
So say goodnight 2 tha bad guy, come on
It's tha last time ur gonna hear a bad guy postin rhymes up on dis forum now
U better make way, dere's a bad guy coming thru
[Verse 3:]
Come on
What type a bad guy give fellas daps, females hugs?
I'm making my business, my kids won't have 2 retail drugs
I get threats over tha computer from internet thugs
I ride wit hammers, clips under tha CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay in jail 4 2 long
Case dismissed, tha DA even liking tha song
Right back 2 the hood, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When u holla in tha club it's cool
But don't change tha subject fool
And start askin if I remember u from public school
U know I done heard dozens, of dese birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used 2 fuck wit dey 3rd cousin
F.Y.I, stay tha fuck from 'round me
Jealous guys who want 2 see somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if u think I'm loved for savin u
Say goodnight 2 tha bad guy