Text: Sticky Fingaz. Decade. Bad Guy.
I learned at a early age what's important in life
It's a game, bet your money, don't get caught in that dice
I had Tony Montana dreams of takin' over
Getting rich mixing, yea, wit' dat baking soda
There's 3 options, get money, death or jail
Fuck college, my career wuz right there in those scales
Never personal, nah I'm a businessman
Cut off a nigga hand, he come up short on a gram
Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take yo chips
'Cuz if don't make dollars, den it don't make sense
Ask any nigga dat did dirt wit da God
I used to work hard, robbing niggaz dat work hard
So if you're slanging keys or slanging CD's
The more you sell, the more jealousy you're gonna see
I'm olny good at doing drugs, sports and entertainment
That's what I told the judge in court at my arainment
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
I sold everything from crack to guns, to weed
Keep the heat between my boxers and my dongeries
The whole business ran off supply and demand
Wit dis I had a whole hood inside my hand
Just taste it, swear your tongue be numb for a week
But try to jerk it, swear yo azz, be unda the sheet
Keep flipping it raw, keep sellin' that weight
Till they kick in the door, it's the American way
Organized crime, infratated the force
We above the law, that's 'cuz we paying 'em off
Gave my debt to society, but where's my change
For when I went in, I came out worse or even the same
It's the game of life
Been like dis since the beginning
Who could get the most cars, collect the best women
You can't judge nobody 'cuz it's all essense
Whoever die wit the most money in the end when
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
It's a game, bet your money, don't get caught in that dice
I had Tony Montana dreams of takin' over
Getting rich mixing, yea, wit' dat baking soda
There's 3 options, get money, death or jail
Fuck college, my career wuz right there in those scales
Never personal, nah I'm a businessman
Cut off a nigga hand, he come up short on a gram
Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take yo chips
'Cuz if don't make dollars, den it don't make sense
Ask any nigga dat did dirt wit da God
I used to work hard, robbing niggaz dat work hard
So if you're slanging keys or slanging CD's
The more you sell, the more jealousy you're gonna see
I'm olny good at doing drugs, sports and entertainment
That's what I told the judge in court at my arainment
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
I sold everything from crack to guns, to weed
Keep the heat between my boxers and my dongeries
The whole business ran off supply and demand
Wit dis I had a whole hood inside my hand
Just taste it, swear your tongue be numb for a week
But try to jerk it, swear yo azz, be unda the sheet
Keep flipping it raw, keep sellin' that weight
Till they kick in the door, it's the American way
Organized crime, infratated the force
We above the law, that's 'cuz we paying 'em off
Gave my debt to society, but where's my change
For when I went in, I came out worse or even the same
It's the game of life
Been like dis since the beginning
Who could get the most cars, collect the best women
You can't judge nobody 'cuz it's all essense
Whoever die wit the most money in the end when
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
If nothin' good is wrong then I don't want to be right
And if we got to knock a block or two then that's just fine
Call me the bad guy
(The bad guy)
I got to have mine
(Got to have mine)
If nothin' good is wrong I don't wanna be right
Sticky Fingaz