Fat Joe - Bad Bad Man Lyrics
Yeah.. now in ninety-threeEverybody knows the flavFat joe da gangsta, yeahYou know my styleFat joe, a.k.a. da fat gangstaIm no joke, and Im far from a pranksterI got skills, aiyyo word lifeSuckers is scared, because they know I live trifeAs I troop down the streets of a ghettoSkins are jockin, and always screamin helloBut I keep drivin in my jet black beamerIm not a daydreamer, but Im known as a scheamerIm dead-ass, when it comes to thisAnd if you ***** around, your momsll reminisceThinkin of the good times she spent with her sonSomebody shoulda told you that I wasnt the oneYes Im known to get nuff respectAnd if you face fat joe, well then you face your deathNow in ninety-three, its time to take a standAnd you know how Im livin, Im a bad, bad, manNiggaz know the flavIm a bad, bad, man! (cut and scratched 2x)Check itAll the old folks, hate my gutsCause I be hittin all they daughters and they big fat buttsCause Im the papichulo when it comes to rapAnd if you ***** with me, then you leave handicappedI dont give a *****, dont care who you areI gotta say peace to my peeps gangstarrSome real mother*****ers from around the hoodWhen I chills with them, we be up to no goodHittin skins, makin endsLoungin with my friends in my fat bmWhether uptown in the boogie downOr checkin out stunts in the polo groundSee just like mel, Im internationally knownAnd Im mob related, like al capone, check itToo hot to handle, blow you like a candleYou never catch joe in the middle of a scandalNow in ninety-three its time to take the standAnd you know how Im livin, Im a bad, bad, man!Everybody knows the flavIm a bad, bad, man! (cut and scratched 2x)One day I was chillin, caught a buckshotThe nigga was butt, so then he gets no propsWord spread fast around townI was layin six feet deep underground, check itNiggaz wished the worst, but spoke too fastCause here I am and Im ready to blast *gunshot*The cops must have missed, takin me for a *****Because they tried to gas me, and make me turn snitchBut Im not the one for peaceSo I turned around and said, ***** the police!Im the type to handle this on my ownPack two joints and pass one to toneTheres no shame in my game, I do what I gotta doSee Im rollin with a crazy live crewNow in ninety-three its time to take a standAnd you know how Im livin ima bad, bad, man!Yeah! niggaz know the flavIm a bad, bad, man! (cut and scratched)Nuff respect to my man jazzy jDiamond d, showbiz and a.g., and Im outWordIm a bad, bad, man! (cut and scratched to end)
