[Intro: Bad Luck]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, Bad Luck (All Day)
(Bad Luck, Bad Luck) Frontline leg mob
I see you Math, turn me up in the headphone
We here, let's go...
Let's get down to business, BK, stand up

[Chorus 2X: Bad Luck]
Yo, ya'll niggas talk a thug life, but ya'll dont live it, nigga
For every tear that I cry, ya'll gonna feel it, nigga
For everybody that dies, ya'll gonna get it, nigga
It's like B.I.G. still alive, I feel your spirit, nigga

[Bad Luck]
They got me moving one pace at a time, man I'm out stuck on my grind
Stay clutching my nine, murder-murder, stay on my mind
I'm a twin-nine toter, boy, stay soldier, boy
Nigga want beef, from out of search, going overboard
Letting that forty off like I don't even know the lord
Local gangmember, you can catch me at your corner store
Uh, end this before your eyes can blink
I'll have two liters of blood spilling out of your mink
Like tell me who gon' test 'em, I'm affiliated with niggas
With bullets the size of sneakers, to stop the heart of gorillas
Gotta pardon us killas, but these niggas don't damn listen
Never get the picture, til they find one of there man's missing
Til somebody find they fam fishing, you know the rules
Live from an underboss, awaken with your hands missing
Lock what I wanna lock, pop who I wanna pop
Give a nigga face more cuts than a barbershop
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