Ant - Bad Muf**er Pt. 2 lyrics

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Ant - Bad Muf**er Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: MURS] That was, that was the end And it squashed the whole beef [Verse 1: Brother Ali] I'm so incredibly nasty Yes my Mama slapped me when she had me Told me get your a** out with your Daddy Talked hella trash and my teachers couldn't stand me Used to call me ba*tard and told me I was trashy Unsupervised child, they call me a Latchkey At-risk youth from a single parent family Nuts got hairy and my voice got raspy Crews were getting acne, I was getting savvy Yes I'm a bad motherf**er, understand me Grew up beaten, broken gla**, rapping in the alley Got my hands dirty, I was hiding in a trash heap Hopping out, knocking out cats, grabbing they ten speed Little boys and the girls, they both pack heat Both had something 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 a** beat Can I get it back, f** 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 cla** 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 Facing all my bills and I count my money carefully Bet your f**ing a** ain't nobody ever jack me, see [Hook x2: Brother Ali] You's a bad motherf**er man On the other hand, you never see a s**er stand close to where the Brother stand You God damn right about that Got me so pissed off, I wanna fight em out back [Verse 2: Brother Ali] My nuts done swung all around the planet Where the f** 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 a** got trouble I'm picking gla** out of my knuckles like that's comfortable Where you running to, you ever wanna a true Bad motherf**er, you accept no substitute No understudy dudes and no number Two Trust when it come to busting 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 sh** Your old lady grabbing on the kid like she chose me Police captain, ain't attempting to hold me A O.G. mack with a .38 told me [Hook]