Bad Guy Lyrics - God Will'n - Juelz Santana

Say hello to the bad guys 

Feds taking pictures, hope they got my good side 

The price of life is getting cheaper 

And I'm just getting richer, little nigga 

Nigga talking static I hear feedback 

Eat that, niggas lame and they rejects 

I see that, believe that 

Shotty bouce, body count, 28 bodies found 

Killing niggas by the ounce 

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Niggas get killed trying to play tough 

Niggas get killed trying to play us 

Wassup, don't be a fucking dumb dumb 

I get your whole click hit for a lump sum 

Brought guns to the knife war 

Fuck a nigga trying to fight for 

When that sawed off could knock your jaw off 

Don't make my young boys knock yours off 

I know niggas that will shoot you then go to your funeral 

I know niggas that will kill you then pay for a mural 

Just to stand in front of it and take a picture with ya 

You niggas accident murderers, got professionals 

Make it look like it's an accident murderers 

Then I got my reckless murderers 

Dropped the gun, cops come, 

They go gon' tell 'em they murdered ya 

Harlem's new Bumpy Johnson 

Protecting my empire, Nucky Thompson 

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Say hello to the bad guys 

Feds taking pictures, hope they got my good side 

The price of life is getting cheaper 

And I'm just getting richer, little nigga 

Nigga talking static I hear feedback 

Eat that, niggas lame and they rejects 

I see that, believe that 

Shotty bouce, body count, 28 bodies found 

Killing niggas by the ounce 

There's a war going on outside, nobody safe 

Gotta ball to you fall if not life's a waste 

Gotta watch them niggas, they trying to take your place 

Tell them money hungry niggas my gun is all on the plate 

Clip so long it's hanging off the clay 

I got enough for whoever ain't ate 

Extra clips for a side dish, who want try this 

Still got bricks, who want try this 

I don't cook coke, I deep fry fish 

Fly nigga, she just wanna see the cockpit 

Hot topic, dead bodies in the courtyard 

Fuck it keep the money coming like porn stars 

I could get you killed for a bag of reefer 

I could get you laced for a pair of sneakers 

Imagine what these niggas do for a feature 

And the story gets even deeper 

Say hello to the bad guys 

Feds taking pictures, hope they got my good side 

The price of life is getting cheaper 

And I'm just getting richer, little nigga 

Nigga talking static I hear feedback 

Eat that, niggas lame and they rejects 

I see that, believe that 

Shotty bouce, body count, 28 bodies found 

Killing niggas by the ounce 

Now what I do go out, get it, try and bring it back 

They always gon' need someone to point they finger at 

On me now harder than there was when I was slanging crack 

I'm a tax paying citizen, I ain't slanging jack 

Keep my name in the mix, cuz they know me 

I ain't never hung out with him, we ain't homies 

A lot of the hate really come from being lonely 

And I soon as you stop fucking with ''em, you being phony 

I ain't paying with 'em, shotties for the youngsters 

Give 'em the whole thing, bodies in the dumpsters 

Roll with niggas who tie niggas up, call 'em the trunksters 

The way I'm on it, it's like a new Gotti is amongst us 

Say hello to the bad guys 

Feds taking pictures, hope they got my good side 

The price of life is getting cheaper 

And I'm just getting richer, little nigga 

Nigga talking static I hear feedback 

Eat that, niggas lame and they rejects 

I see that, believe that 

Shotty bouce, body count, 28 bodies found 

Killing niggas by the ounce