Paroles Bad man Fat Joe

Bad man

I'm the new Spike Lee, I'm the new spike Lee
Went from selling knick's to kicks all on the court
Seat so close I'm calling place with the coach
In and out of huddles KNicks named me the muscle
Real Bad Man 22 Baby Mudda's
Baby slinging Similac, I was bred in butter
Three holes in your head, tried to ball out the gutter
Drop a pin and my men will strike
Cayman Islands ain't op in sight
My nigga's keep spinning worse than Deontay Wilder fights
Sensitive thugs you all need hugs
I wouldn't dap you nigga with a sanitized glove
I see you love and I wish you all the luck
I'm lawyered up and still scared to give a bitch a hug
The long arm will push you over the ledge
Cell got your name on it, toilet and bed
Then come home acting familiar
When you press them now they civilians

I'm out in Jamaica with all the tings son
You with the scams you pulling on Sean Kingston
Yooo Cool & Dre... Bombooo pusyyyy rasclatttt... yoo Joe Crack
I wan pussyclat to dem
Talk movements we put gunshots thru them
When me rise up da ting with da click that bend
Full em up a gunshot then reload again
If ya feel say ya brave jist step pon me ends
Then the pussy make the headline news at 10

I hate rats and feds, I come from a place if ya snitch then ya dead
Man of war strapped just to protect they head
Gunman a runup on ya cover and red, nuttin more said
The streets so cold I don't give a fuck call me the North Pole
AK's strapped to my back like a pole
Circle the block in the flats on my own
Wargod zone, bust my gun till ya face rearranged on the curb
Arrow fly like bird I'm so fuckin obserd
Pussyhole mark my word, got me gun de ma lurk
If you dis terror squad, we put your face pon a shirt
Buss it up till the rasclatt gun won't work
A dozen so hott, put ya face in da dirt
Gonna fight and serve
Got it on repeat 12 holes through your shirt
Pussy gone in de dirt