lirik lagu brother ali – bad mufucker pt. 2
[intro: murs – talking]
that was, that was the end
and it squashed the whole beef
uh, uh, ah, uh, uh
[verse 1: brother ali]
i’m so incredibly nasty, yes, my mama slapped me when she had me
told me get your -ss out with your daddy
talked h-lla trash and my teachers couldn’t stand me
used to call me b-st-rd and told me i was trashy
unsupervised child, they call me a latch key
at risk youth from a single parent family
nuts got hairy and my voice got raspy
crews were gettin acne, i was gettin savvy
yes i’m a bad motherf-cker, understand me?
grew up beaten, broken gl-ss, rappin in the alley
got my hands dirty, i was hidin in a trash heap
hoppin out, knockin out cats, grabbin they ten speed
little boys and the girls, they both pack heat
both had somethin i need from ’em in they pants see
broads got the booty all felt up in the back seat
dudes got they lunch money boosted and they -ss beat
“can i get it back?”, f-ck naw, don’t even ask me
when you see the preacher, keep your peace and don’t you dare speak
none of y’all snitches ain’t in the same cl-ss as me
we ain’t the same ’cause you wrote a couple raps g
that cover charge that you payin is my salary
merchandise you carry away is all tax free
facin all my bills and i count my money carefully
bet your f-ckin -ss ain’t n-body ever jack me, see
[chorus x2: brother ali – (“you’s” replaced by “you” the second time)]
you’s a bad motherf-cker man
on the other hand, you never see a sucker stand close to where the
brother stand
you god d-mn right about that
got me so p-ssed off, i wanna fight ’em out back
[verse 2: brother ali]
my nuts done swung, all around the planet, where the f-ck y’all from?
i already captured it, i bust my gun
had a little cannon kid
caught a little accident, slid ’em in the ambulance
he asked for this rumble, his -ss got trouble
i’m pickin gl-ss out of my knuckles like that’s comfortable
where you runnin to? you ever wanna a true
bad motherf-cker, you accept no subst-tute
no understudy dudes and no number two
trust when it come to bustin loose, i’m the ugly truth
you ever want the proof, you can check the doc-ments
or you just watch the kid break door with my fist
i’m on some sh-t
your old lady grabbin on the like she chose me
police captain, ain’t attemptin to hold me
a o.g. mack with a .38 told me
[chorus]
uh, like that [echo]
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- lirik lagu cyhi da prynce – take you back
- lirik lagu chumbawamba – new york song
- lirik lagu cyhi da prynce – round the corner
- lirik lagu brother ali – gather round
- lirik lagu carole king – lady
- lirik lagu brother ali – don’t mess with me
- lirik lagu cyhi da prynce – pillow talking
- lirik lagu chumbawamba – lord bateman’s motorbike
- lirik lagu carole king – i don’t believe it
- lirik lagu cyhi da prynce – nothing else to do