The Bad Guy Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

[Al Pacino] 

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes 

You know why? 

Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be 

Fabolous... he doesn't have that problem 

He always tells the truth 

That's what it's all about? 

That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? 

So they can point their fucking fingers 

and call me the fucking bad guy? 

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[Verse 1] 

I guess I'm the bad guy 

The fingers is pointing 

Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in 

They be asking fellas why (why?) 

It's cause the streets is watching 

With an envious ear, jealous eye 

You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin 

I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny Cochran 

Be the same dudes, testing your patience 

In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents 

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance 

And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments 

These playas been playin' foul 

And I done learned my lesson with flagrants 

Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment 

I'm what they been trying to do, not do 

I'm the kid, they been lying to you 

You need people like me 

I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S 

Yeah, that's the bad guy 

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[Al Pacino] 

You need people like me 

So you can point your fucking fingers 

And say, "That's the bad guy." 

So, what they make you? 

Good? 

[Verse 2] 

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours 

Quit they job and live off the child support 

How could you stand there, smile in court 

I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts 

You better sign a pre-nup 

You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' 

I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' 

I love the way your butt switches 

But non of these slut bitches 

is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches 

If they see how the Rolls Royce smell 

All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail 

I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it 

Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet 

But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa 

I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters 

Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend 

Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real 

[Al Pacino] 

So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on 

It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this GUY NOW 

You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through 

[Verse 3] 

Come on 

What type of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs 

I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs 

I get threats over the two way from email thugs 

I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs 

Think I'm liking you? Wrong 

Cause even if I get locked 

My money won't let me stay unrighteous for LONG 

Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song 

Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on 

When you holla in the club it's cool 

But don't change the subject fool 

And start askin if I remember you from public school 

You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing 

Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin 

FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me 

you good guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me 

I don't care what other haters do 

But if you think I'm loved for saving you 

Say goodnight to the bad guy 

[Al Pacino] 

Whoever said YOU WAS ONE 

Now maybe you can buy yourself 

one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection 

(*Gun Shot*)