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Suspekt Stilo - Bad MF Lyrics



Suspekt Stilo - Bad MF Lyrics
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Everybody quiet down while I speak
You ain't never heard my name, seen my face
You ain't never heard of me
But you will recognize my attitude, recognize this heat
Everybody knows the hood so they recognize the street
So recognize a G, I've been writing since I could
Kept a journal of my life since my early childhood
Too many suicidal thoughts, Too young to be enraged
Put a bullet in the pen blew my brains out on the page
I started drinking, started smoking for the f*ck of it
I'm 22 I still do it for the f*ck of it
It's all depression, My excuse, and I run with it
Fight with it cuz I know it's cancer and I'm stuck with it
No left or right just straight to the bottom of the bottle
Got the nerve to kill my hand is on the throttle
I should play lotto, drugs only drive me crazy
I don't need to ask no one, I'm the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
I've got two eyes that never rest, One brain that likes a test
Two hands that do a lot of damage when they're in fist
Two lungs that puff a lot of chronic up inside my chest
One heart that races awaiting my final breath
Once chance I have so f*ck it, I'm hitting 90
Finish up this 24 oz, throw that empty can behind me
Lean back in my seat, invisible they'll never find me
Never asked no one to hate me, never asked no one to like me
I was born in foreign lands, smuggled like some contraband
I'm getting sold like a citizen's drug demand
Getting high with the minorities they understand
Half my blood is Mexican, the other half is white man
Shaved my head in 98, A rebel in the Cali State
A pistol in the glove compartment represents my inner hate
One reason for living or else I wouldn't care
Still delivering like UPS homie I take it everywhere
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
In the 9 Twenty 83, The city called the crazy V
The first time I pulled out my dick and bent a bitch 90 degrees
The first time I beat down a muthaf*cka to his f*cking knees
For disrespecting all my homies and for disrespecting me
Cruising by the cemetery, I get the chills
Swear I see my homies waving, Come kick it over here
Goes by another year feeling guilty cuz I'm restless
A tattoo on my chest is a message for the resting
It's gotta be the way I look when they say they don't trust me
Can't say it's right for them to love me
So gotta keep my head up, I don't give a f*ck
Never gonna let them, They ain't my judge
I know you see me like the eyes on a pyramid
Wonder if the lord above smiles with embarrassment
Falling love is wrong, Gotta do it right
I don't play no f*cking games, Player for f*cking life
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
(I'm the muthaf*cking top dog)
(Smoking that dro, PoPos looking at me)
I know wassup that's why I don't f*cking give a f*ck
(Cuz Im Bad muthaf*cka)
Cuz I know once you start to give a f*ck, that's when all your shit will f*ck up
(I don't give a f*ck, all you hoes wanna f*ck me)
That's all you can do, is worry about your muthaf*cking self
Yea
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Everybody quiet down while I speak
You ain't never heard my name, seen my face
You ain't never heard of me
But you will recognize my attitude, recognize this heat
Everybody knows the hood so they recognize the street
So recognize a G, I've been writing since I could
Kept a journal of my life since my early childhood
Too many suicidal thoughts, Too young to be enraged
Put a bullet in the pen blew my brains out on the page
I started drinking, started smoking for the f*ck of it
I'm 22 I still do it for the f*ck of it
It's all depression, My excuse, and I run with it
Fight with it cuz I know it's cancer and I'm stuck with it
No left or right just straight to the bottom of the bottle
Got the nerve to kill my hand is on the throttle
I should play lotto, drugs only drive me crazy
I don't need to ask no one, I'm the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
I've got two eyes that never rest, One brain that likes a test
Two hands that do a lot of damage when they're in fist
Two lungs that puff a lot of chronic up inside my chest
One heart that races awaiting my final breath
Once chance I have so f*ck it, I'm hitting 90
Finish up this 24 oz, throw that empty can behind me
Lean back in my seat, invisible they'll never find me
Never asked no one to hate me, never asked no one to like me
I was born in foreign lands, smuggled like some contraband
I'm getting sold like a citizen's drug demand
Getting high with the minorities they understand
Half my blood is Mexican, the other half is white man
Shaved my head in 98, A rebel in the Cali State
A pistol in the glove compartment represents my inner hate
One reason for living or else I wouldn't care
Still delivering like UPS homie I take it everywhere
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
In the 9 Twenty 83, The city called the crazy V
The first time I pulled out my dick and bent a bitch 90 degrees
The first time I beat down a muthaf*cka to his f*cking knees
For disrespecting all my homies and for disrespecting me
Cruising by the cemetery, I get the chills
Swear I see my homies waving, Come kick it over here
Goes by another year feeling guilty cuz I'm restless
A tattoo on my chest is a message for the resting
It's gotta be the way I look when they say they don't trust me
Can't say it's right for them to love me
So gotta keep my head up, I don't give a f*ck
Never gonna let them, They ain't my judge
I know you see me like the eyes on a pyramid
Wonder if the lord above smiles with embarrassment
Falling love is wrong, Gotta do it right
I don't play no f*cking games, Player for f*cking life
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Bad muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo's looking at me
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Got game like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
(I'm the muthaf*cking top dog)
(Smoking that dro, PoPos looking at me)
I know wassup that's why I don't f*cking give a f*ck
(Cuz Im Bad muthaf*cka)
Cuz I know once you start to give a f*ck, that's when all your shit will f*ck up
(I don't give a f*ck, all you hoes wanna f*ck me)
That's all you can do, is worry about your muthaf*cking self
Yea
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Writer: W Bakeman
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Performed By: Suspekt Stilo
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: W Bakeman

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