Bad Guy Lyrics - Decade - Sticky Fingaz

learned at a early age what's important in life 

its a game,bet your money,don't get caught in that dice 

i had tony montana dreams of takin over 

getting rich mixing yae,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 iz,ill take yo chips 

'cause 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 cds 

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 

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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,its the american way 

organized crime,infratated the force 

we above the law,that's cause 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 

its 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 cause its all essence 

whoever die wit the most money in the end when 

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