Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)

[00:05.25] Lil Capalot, bitch, ha

[00:08.05] Smooth criminal, Mike Jack

[00:09.64] And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back

[00:12.31] Pull that TEC out just to make a statement

[00:14.18] He gon' need a body bag or a night sack

[00:16.00] He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure

[00:17.63] I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that

[00:20.30] Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared

[00:21.65] Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back"

[00:24.05] We'll beat his ass if he tryna throw the Folks up

[00:25.97] What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?

[00:28.08] They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us

[00:29.98] Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up

[00:32.06] Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car

[00:34.45] Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"

[00:36.71] Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah

[00:38.32] I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star

[00:40.49] Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat

[00:41.83] When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

[00:43.91] He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

[00:45.55] It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

[00:47.97] So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

[00:50.61] Demons standin' in the doorway

[00:52.26] Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"

[00:54.39] Tell me, Annie, are you okay?

[00:56.03] Still on that bullshit, MJ

[00:57.57] Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape

[01:00.07] All my life I had to risk-take

[01:01.70] But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break

[01:04.13] Let anybody in this bitch play

[01:05.71] I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with the stiff face

[01:08.15] Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend

[01:10.31] And they known through them blocks like Dikembe

[01:12.17] Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali

[01:14.28] Thirty shots'll knock 'em down like Muhammad Ali

[01:16.43] Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep

[01:18.27] Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch

[01:20.17] Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat

[01:21.81] When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

[01:23.95] He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

[01:25.79] It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

[01:27.95] So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

[01:30.66] Demons standin' in the doorway

[01:32.20] Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"

[01:34.37] Tell me, Annie, are you okay?