[Intro: O.C. Sample]
Bad 2 Da Bone
[Hook: O.C. Sample] x4
Bad 2 Da Bone
[Verse 1: Taj Mahal]
I'm Bad, thuggish-ruggish 2 Da Bone
Carry a chrome, on my own, fly to ya dome
Never will there be another brother like me
T.M., a legend like my man Rakim
Lotta niggas step up, they get slain in the rain
Feel the pain as the blood leaks from ya brain
Ya dead, flatline, no return
Burn from the fire, you must learn
That I don't play, ain't no games allowed
People clearin' out, some call me move the crowd
Known for makin' niggas run, top gun
A champion, a madman like Charles Manson
Legend of the Crewz Pop, it won't stop
As I kick mad flavour from my Verbal Glock
I shock the world, power overload, I explode
Blow up, yo, I'm out of control
When I roll up, buck buck, buck, shoot shoot
I'm on some Biggie shit son, Gimme Ya Loot
Taj Mahal is the greatest of them all
Plus I'm razor sharp like a cat's claw, haha
[Chorus: O.C. Sample]
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
[Verse 2: Q-Ball]
As I tune into another frequency, Q-Ball
Will never fall, stand tall to the yes, yes, y'all
Ya ball clapper, you're nothin' but a young whippersnapper
Be the man, kickin' jams, no more Dapper Dapper Dan
Q.G.D., representin' streets o' Philly
Where niggas get silly with the guns over the funds
I'm the fearsome one, I stole your role like fees
My rhymes burn emcees like crack burns calories
Buckin' the knees, leavin' the scene with cheese
You played out like polka dots, more trifer than nigga knots
The clique I'm with, will spit on a nigga
With the trigger, Q break niggas so how ya figure that your bigger, bitch
Dig a bigger ditch like DFC
I lick shots, call me finger lickin' like KFC
Q-B, to the A to the double L
I'm high powered, with more volts than the third rail
I'm hittin' niggas with power moves, you lose
Makin' suckers bruised 'cause I must leave clues
Payin' dues, 'cause I'm on a road to the riches
Lampin' in a AC with a TEC, pullin' bitches
Gettin' my crews on to the break of dawn
You got beef, I'll buck it down on your front lawn
There's too much stress in this world to be a bitch
Releasin' it out, within my MAC-10 clip, 'cause I'm
[Chorus: O.C. Sample]
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
[Verse 3: Q-Ball]
The pessimist is the realness, I buck 'em down with the hot shit
Ya fuck with this, ya get your hood lit
Now peep this, I stroll through crews at my own risk
I'm sick with this, you just been added to the Schindler's List
Mafia modality, stickin' niggas just to come up with my salary
It's all about power, see
I'm strugglin' with mine, son, it's hard times
At the drop of the dime I swing crime like a baton
Qur'an Goodman, livin' large like Reno
Rollin' deep, squad rougher than the Gambinos
Monitor one, bucked up one
Any beef I defeat, call me a rebel like [?]
I fuck your sample up like distortion
As a small portion, I ruin lives like abortion
The street sweeper, have you swept off your feet
Don't try to get deep, poachin', you a creep, I'm the ocean
I'm hopin', you don't want an open toten
Bullets is pokin', leavin' niggas chests open
You wanna rumble? Yo, that shit's played out like pop, and
I pull out my 4-5, buck it and shoot your pockets
[Chorus: O.C. Sample]
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
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Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
Bad 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone, 2 Da Bone
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