Sticky Fingaz Bad Guy Lyrics

i learned at a early age whats important in life

its a game,bet your money,dont get caught in that dice

i had tony montana dreams of takin over
getting rich mixing yae,wit dat baking soda

theres 3 options get money,death or jail
f*ck college,my career wuz right there in those scales

never personal,nah im a businessman

cut off a nigga hand he come up short on a gram
put your money where your mouth iz,ill take yo chips

'cause if dont make dollars,den it dont make sense
ask any nigga dat did dirt wit da god

i used to work hard,robbing niggaz dat work hard

so if youre slanging keys

or slanging cds
the more you sell,the more jealousy youre gonna see

im olny good at doing drugs,sports and entertainment
thats what i told the judge in court at my arainment

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I sold everything from crack,to guns,to weed

keep the heat between my boxers and my dongeries
the whole business ran off supply and demand wit dis i had a whole hood inside my hand

just taste it,swear your tongue be numb for a week
but try to jerk it,swear yo azz be unda the sheet
keep flipping it raw,keep sellin that weight

till they,kick in the door,its the american way

organized crime,infratated the force

we above the law,thats cause we paying em off
gave my debt to society,but wheres my change

for when i went in,i came out worse or even the same

its the game of life

been like dis since the beginning
who could get the most cars,collect the best women
you cant judge nobody cause its all essense

whoever die wit the most money in the end when

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if nothin good is wrong then i dont want to be right

and if we got to knock a block or two then thats just fine

call me the bad guy(the bad guy)

i got to have mine(got to have mine)
if nothin good is wrong i dont wanna be right