The Bad Guy Fabolous (Ft. Pain In Da Ass)
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[Intro: Pain In Da Ass and Fabolous]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes (Yeah)
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem (I just look at everything)
He always tells the truth (The bad with the good)
That's what it's all about? (The fake with the real)
That's why we work so hard for Fabolous? (The hate with the love)
So they can point their fucking fingers
And call me the fucking bad guy?
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I guess I'm the bad guy; the fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching with an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home phone and two way contact to Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul and I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live; it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes (Yeah)
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem (I just look at everything)
He always tells the truth (The bad with the good)
That's what it's all about? (The fake with the real)
That's why we work so hard for Fabolous? (The hate with the love)
So they can point their fucking fingers
And call me the fucking bad guy?
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I guess I'm the bad guy; the fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching with an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home phone and two way contact to Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul and I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live; it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
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