The Bad Guy
Do i look like a bad guy?
Inspired by a true story
Lyrics:
They called me a bad guy
Take a look at my eyes
Do i look like a bad guy?
We used to be like brother we were more than friends
And it's all fucked up, cuz you faked, you aint the best
Now you a real snitch, get on my back live off me
Then rip off me, clap me out and drop me out
Used to believe you're my homie, you a fucking bitch
Till you threaten my mother, you fronting like G-6
But fuck you i dont need you no more, no sir
There is a coffin now for ya, engraved over there
You just had to pull this knife, why you want me dead?
Why you want me bleeding homie, on a surgery bed?
Now i am alive, you're down there, i wish you luck
As if i never knew the nigga, who stabbed my back
You was my brother till the end, why such hate?
The hood talks shit, can't apologise, too late
I keep this cross on my neck to remind me those days
And i remember how many lives are lost in this place
The block poisoned you against me, you had to die
It was either me or you nigga, i aint got lie
Even now you're dead, i ll never forgive ya
All the hate i kept for ya, now i give ya
You bastard, fakest, i ve been in your hearse
I was glad, from all the feelings, that be the worst
When the pastor preaches, i remember you
I remember betrayal do you remember too?
We could have been unseparable, now you die
The only way you come back, with death you ride
When i die my last wish will be to see you in hell
Expose your story motherfucker, i am about to tell
How you passed coke through the block, to lil kids n men
I would gladly send you to jakes, you belong in the pen
You a murdered pusher, a criminal, you should be dead long ago
I ve been planning this, you could be dead long ago
But someone beat me to it, see you can't do it
When you saw the Mack you prolly ran through it
10 minutes later you was bleeding on the floor
I saw you dying you bitch, yep, that's what i rap for
They called me the bad guy, if i die who knows?
As if the only witness was god or a dirty ass hoe
It's a sad day when your enemy is dying cuz
10 new ones will appear to continue the buzz
And you had the whole Harlem know, they believed u true
It took a while to flip the script for you and your crew
Now at the pearly gates, my end's nigh
Scream at the sky, when thugz cry, my brothers dying
Or if we both hellbound, i ll see you there
Take care, i met the devil, i am a fiend in his laid
Death is promised you receive it, rap all over
I did my 24 nigga, this weight is over
Everything could have been avoided...nearly
I am glad, i am glad you're dead
Rocabye now mothafucka
HEY FUCK YOU HEARSEY
*gunshots*