Bad Man Styles P (Ft. Butta)

[Intro: Styles P]
You don't know what it is to be a mad man
Nor a bad man

[Chorus: Butta]
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

[Verse 1: Styles P]
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