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| It's that Rocafella music.... Soulful... [Chorus:] Say hello To the bad guy Hello They say I'm a bad guy I come from the bottom But now I'm mad fly Say Hello They say I'm a menace That's the picture they paint Hello They say a lot about me Let me yell ya what I ain't Hello They say I'm a bad guy Say Hi to the bad guy Hello I come from the bottom But now I'm mad fly They say I'm a menace That's the picture they paint They say a lot about me Let me tell ya what I ain't Say hello Hello Ay, ay, ay, ay They say a lot about me Let me tell you what I ain't I ain't playing, Life's short, so I aimed I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em Its twice as hard to get a job that's paying So I ain't payin' attention to what you saying Rain-drops keep falling on my brain Constant in the drop, all flames I'm so hot even if the weather change I don't have no top, I'm insane Remember darkskinned Jermaine? Suede in the rain, I'm sorta kinda the same Except I'm no lame and you gonna know my name Before I go to work and feel my pain Saying, I'm a bad guy, why's that? Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, I react Secretly though, I know you admire that You wish you had the balls to fire back-- Say hello, uh, uh, hello, uh. uh You wish you had the balls to fire back [Chorus] I ain't no ordinary nigga Look around and see what 'ordinary' gets ya Extraordinary figures I'm an extra-ordinary nigga Before my name became Jigga Before I sang, I had that thang on sippers Can't complain bout what they ain't gonna give ya That ain't gonna get you shit, might as well give up Or get up, get out and get something, nigga Get a job, my nigga, or get to dumping Only God can judge him, only he without sin Can tell me if my means can justify my ends Til' then, I'm just gonna fly in the Benz Wire my friends through Western Union Sssshhhh....surprising my sister, knockin' Here comes the bad guy again! Say hello Uh uh Hello uh uh Hello Here comes the bad guy again [Chorus] We ain't thugs for the sake of just being thugs Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga, DUH! The poverty line, we not above So out come the mask and glove cause we ain't feelin' the love We ain't doing crime for the sake of doing crime We movin' dimes cause we ain't doin' fine One out of three of us is locked up doing time You know what that type of shit can do to a nigga mind? My mind on my money, money on my mind If you owe me ten dollars, you ain't giving me nine You all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule So I got my Glock 40, now I'm cool And if Al Sharpton is speaking for me Somebody get him the word and tell him I don't approve Tell him I'll remove the curses If you tell me our schools gonna be perfect When Jena 6 don't exist Tell him that's when I'll stop saying bitch---BITCH! [Chorus] |
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