Brother Ali

Brother Ali - Bad Mufucker Pt. 2 lyrics

rate me

That was, that was the end

And it squashed the whole beef

Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh

I'm so incredibly nasty, yes, my mama slapped me when she had me

Told me get your ass out with your daddy

Talked hella trash and my teachers couldn't stand me

Used to call me bastard and told me I was trashy

Unsupervised child, they call me a latch key

At risk youth from a single parent family

Nuts got hairy and my voice got raspy

Crews were gettin acne, I was gettin savvy

Yes I'm a bad motherfucker, understand me?

Grew up beaten, broken glass, rappin in the alley

Got my hands dirty, I was hidin in a trash heap

Hoppin out, knockin out cats, grabbin they ten speed

Little boys and the girls, they both pack heat

Both had somethin I need from 'em in they pants see

Broads got the booty all felt up in the back seat

Dudes got they lunch money boosted and they ass beat

"Can I get it back? ", fuck naw, don't even ask me

When you see the Preacher, keep your peace and don't you dare speak

None of y'all snitches ain't in the same class as me

We ain't the same 'cause you wrote a couple raps G

That cover charge that you payin is my salary

Merchandise you carry away is all tax free

Facin all my bills and I count my money carefully

Bet your fuckin ass ain't nobody ever jack me, see

You's a bad motherfucker man

On the other hand, you never see a sucker stand close to where the

Brother stand

You God damn right about that

Got me so pissed off, I wanna fight 'em out back

My nuts done swung, all around the planet, where the fuck y'all from?

I already captured it, I bust my gun

Had a little cannon kid

Caught a little accident, slid 'em in the ambulance

He asked for this rumble, his ass got trouble

I'm pickin glass out of my knuckles like that's comfortable

Where you runnin to? You ever wanna a true

Bad motherfucker, you accept no substitute

No understudy dudes and no number two

Trust when it come to bustin loose, I'm the ugly truth

You ever want the proof, you can check the documents

Or you just watch the kid break door with my fist

I'm on some shit

Your old lady grabbin on the like she chose me

Police captain, ain't attemptin to hold me

A O.G. mack with a .38 told me

Uh, like that

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