Bad Man

[Intro]

Any bomboclaat bwoy feel him bad [?] try test nuh, is dead

Cut off dem bloodclaat neck and don't give a fuck

Unuh feel like, unuh ah di king

Mix generation

Rule di nation

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

I'm the new Spike Lee, I'm the new Spike Lee

Went from selling nicks to kicks all on the court

Seat so close, I'm callin' plays with the coach

In and out of huddles, Knicks named me the muscle

Real bad man, twenty-two baby mother

Baby slingin' Similac, I was bred in butter

Three holes in your head tryna ball out the gutter

Drop a pin and my men'll strike

Cayman Islands, ain't an opp in sight

My niggas keep spinnin' worse than Deontay Wilder fights

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Sensitive thugs, you all need slugs

I wouldn't dap you niggas with a sanitizеd glove

I see you, love, and I wish you all the luck

I'm lawyеred up and still scared to give a bitch a hug

The long arm'll push you over the edge

Cell got your name on it, toilet and bed

Then come home actin' familiar

When you press 'em, now they civilians

I'm out in Jamaica with all the tings, son

You with the scams, you pullin' a Sean Kingston

[Interlude: Tuggawar]

Yo, Cool & Dre

Bombopussyrasclaat do dem? You ah know, man (Hynyang, riches mi ah go fuh)

Yo, Joe Crack (Nyang)

[Verse 3: Tuggawar]

Ah wah di pussyclaat do dem?

Tugg Movements will put gunshot through them

When mi rise up the ting with the clip that bend

Full him up ah gunshot, then reload again

If you feel say you brave, just step pon mi ends

Then the pussy make the headline news at 10

I hate rats and feds

I'm from a place if you snitch, then you're dead

Man of war strapped just to protect them head

Gunman'll run up on you, copper and lead, nuttin' more said

The streets so cold

I don't give a fuck, call me the North Pole

AK strapped to my back like a pole

Circle the block and the flats on my own

War God zone

Buss mi gun 'til them face rearranged pon the curb

Marrow fly like bird, I'm so fuckin' absurd

Pussyhole, mark my word, cah mi gun dem a lurk

If you diss Terror Squad, we put your face pon a shirt

Buss it up 'til the rasclaat gun won't work

Make the nozzle so hot, put your face inna dirt

We gonna fight and serve

'Matic pon repeat, twelve holes through your shirt

Pussy gone under dirt

[Outro: Tuggawar]

Hynyang, nyang

Yo, Fat Joe

Outside wi deh