Bad Man

Album cover art for "Bad Man" by Fat Joe

Fat Joe - Rap, Reggae

Bad Man

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Duration: 2:56

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[Intro] Any bomboclaat bwoy feel him bad [?] try test nuh, is dead! Cut off dem bloodclaat neck and don't give a fuck Unuh feel like, unuh ah di king [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I'm the new Spike Lee, I'm the new Spike Lee Went from selling nicks to kicks all on the court Seat so close, I'm callin' plays with the coach In and out of huddles, Knicks named me the muscle Real bad man, twenty-two baby mother Baby slingin' Similac, I was bred in butter Three holes in your head tryna ball out the gutter Drop a pin and my men'll strike Cayman Islands, ain't an opp in sight My niggas keep spinnin' worse than Deontay Wilder fights [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Sensitive thugs, you all need slugs I wouldn't dap you niggas with a sanitized glove I see you, love, and I wish you all thе luck I'm lawyered up and still scared to givе a bitch a hug The long arm'll push you over the edge Cell got your name on it, toilet and bed Then come home actin' familiar When you press 'em, now they civilians I'm out in Jamaica with all the tings, son You with the scams, you pullin' a Sean Kingston [Interlude: Tuggawar] Yo, Cool & Dre Bombopussyrasclaat to dem, you know, man (Hynyang, riches mi ah go fuh) Yo, Joe Crack (Nyang) [Verse 3: Tuggawar] Ah wah di pussyclaat do dem? Tugg Movements will put gunshot through them When mi rise up the ting with the clip that bend Full him up ah gunshot, then reload again If you feel say you brave, just step pon mi ends Then the pussy make the headline news at 10 I hate rats and feds I'm from a place if you snitch, then you're dead Man of war strapped just to protect them head Gunman'll run up on you, copper and lead, nuttin' more said The streets so cold I don't give a fuck, call me the North Pole AK strapped to my back like a pole Circle the block and the flats on my own War God zone Buss mi gun 'til them face rearranged pon the curb Marrow fly like bird, I'm so fuckin' absurd Pussyhole, mark my word, cah mi gun dem a lurk If you diss Terror Squad, we put your face pon a shirt Buss it up 'til the rasclaat gun won't work Make the nozzle so hot, put your face inna dirt We gonna fight and serve 'Matic pon repeat, twelve holes through your shirt Pussy gone under dirt [Outro: Tuggawar] Hynyang, nyang Yo, Fat Joe Outside wi deh

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Credits

Writers
  • Fat Joe
  • Tuggawar
  • Don Cannon
  • Cool
  • Charles Miller
  • Fitzroy Simpson
  • Harold Brown
  • Felix Headley Bennett
  • Howard Scott
  • U Brown
  • Jackie Mittoo
  • Lee Oskar
  • Lonnie Jordan
  • Leroy Sibbles
  • B. B. Dickerson
  • Robbie Lyn
  • Papa Dee Allen