*featuring Pain In Da Ass
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[Pain In Da Ass]
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You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
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You know why?
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Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
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Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem
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He always tells the truth
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That's what it's all about?
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That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
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So they can point their fucking fingers
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and call me the fucking bad guy?
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[Verse 1]
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I guess I'm the bad guy
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The fingers is pointing
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Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
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They be asking fellas why (why?)
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It's cause the streets is watching
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With an envious ear, jealous eye
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You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
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I keep the home cell two way contact for Johnny Cochran
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Be the same dudes, testing your patience
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In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
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You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
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And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
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These playas been playin' foul
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And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
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Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
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I'm what they been trying to do, not do
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I'm the kid, they been lying to you
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You need people like me
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I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
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Yeah, that's the bad guy
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[Pain In Da Ass]
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You need people like me
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So you can point your fucking fingers
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And say, "That's the bad guy."
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So, what they make you?
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Good?
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[Verse 2]
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Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
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Quit they job and live off the child support
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How could you stand there, smile in court
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I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
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You better sign a pre-nup
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You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
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I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
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I love the way your butt swishes
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But non of these slut bitches
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is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
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If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
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All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
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I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
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Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
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But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
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I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
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Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
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Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
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[Pain In Da Ass]
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So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
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It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
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You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through
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[Verse 3]
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Come on
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What type of bad guy give fellas daps, females hugs
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I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
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I get threats over the two way from email thugs
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I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
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Think I'm liking you? Wrong
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Cause even if I get locked
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My money won't let me stay on Riker's too long
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Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
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Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
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When you holla in the club it's cool
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But don't change the subject fool
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And start askin if I remember you from public school
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You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
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Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
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FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
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? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
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I don't care what other haters do
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But if you think I'm loved for saving you
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Say goodnight to the bad guy
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[Pain In Da Ass]
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Whoever said to us
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Now maybe you can buy yourself
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one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection
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[Gun Shot]
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The Bad Guy
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Fabolous |