Bad Man - Styles P, Butta

You don’t know what it is to be a mad man

Nor a bad man

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high

Bad man live, bad man die

Cuttin' grams over handguns, a bad man’s life

Life is a bitch, that’s a bad man’s wife

Have you ever walked a mile in a bad man’s Nikes?

Mask on, turnin' off the Caravan lights

And we ain’t speakin' Arab but we Taliban-like

That work ain’t a record, it ain’t gotta scan right

Yeah, we take over the town, we just gotta plan right

A mad man laugh when he make a lot of cash

You ever crossed the line then you gotta feel the wrath

We ever go to war then I gotta take a bath

All in your blood and your members of your staff

I told you that I’m mad and I told you that I’m bad

Now I’m tryna get a bag while I’m rippin' on the dab

Whippin' in the Jag had me rippin' up your flag

'Cause you crossed the wrong nigga now you gotta get tagged

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high

You don’t wanna play with a mad man

I told the Devil fuck 'em, he could save me the last dance

Soul on fire, you should try to check out the CAT scan

Same pain as Bane when he breakin' the Batman

We the initiated

Should have anticipated I’m wicked

Got the demons even sayin' they sick of David

Kiss the pavement or the ring when I come around

Too smart to dumb it down

I shoot and you run around you fuck niggas

They ain’t tell you that I’m madder than the scientist who made Frankenstein?

Just to be frank, I’ll get you lined

You don’t see what I’m sayin' then hear what I’m sayin'

Fuck nigga, I will get you blind (Fuck nigga)

I feel bad 'cause I’m feelin' good (Feelin' good)

But I’m in the hood and all I see is wicked times (That's all I see)

It’s a lot of emcees

You ask me, I say, «Fuck 'em all

None of 'em got sicker rhymes»

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high

Bad man live, bad man die

Mad man laugh, mad man cry

I’m from the place where the bad man ride

Light up a spliff, I get the mad man high