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Bad Meets Evil - The Reunion |
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This next song, is a true story. |
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(Come here, *******!) |
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(Aah!) |
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'Cause some things in this universe |
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Don't make sense, but some how |
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Always seem to *******' work |
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Flyin' down I-75 'bout to hop into 696, |
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I look over this *******' chick's tryna fix |
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Her makeup. I'm like "*******, you ain't a plastic surgeon. |
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I advise ya to put up your visor. I'm getting' kyna ticked. |
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You're blocking my side mirror!" She's like "Yeah, so?" |
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"I'm like "So? You gon' need a stitch, you keep acting like that, ho. |
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I look your hu*******and slut? That's a rhetorical question. |
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You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll ******* you up! |
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In fact, get in the back seat, like the rest of my dates... |
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No ******* rides shotgun. 'What, taxi?' |
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Stop and pick you some Maxi-Pads up, |
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Is that what you actually asked me?!" |
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******* reaches over and smacks me |
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Says I annoy the ******* out her. |
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"Get the ******* in back. Put on your slut powder, |
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You slut. What?! Shut the ******* up now-or |
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Getcha feelings hurt worse than my last chick |
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When I accidentally butt-dialed her |
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And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UH-bout her." |
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Turn the radio up-louder. Make it thump while I bump |
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That Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that ******* |
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'Fore I snap back into act-SHUN |
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'Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her "*******"! |
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I said "I *******!" |
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She said "Marshall, You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead? |
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You're breaking my heart." She said: |
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"You're breaking my heart." |
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'Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?. |
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You're breaking my heart." She said: |
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"You're breaking my heart." |
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Uh. pull up to club in a Porsche, not a Pinto |
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While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central |
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I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting: |
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I get approached by this little scheezer |
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She asked me I am the realest G 'cause I'm Gucci from head to feet |
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I said "Yeah, I'm really is. 'Cause I spit in ya man's face |
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Like Cam did that little kid on Killa Season |
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She said "I'm feelin' your big ego. Wait, am I talking wrong?" |
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I said "Naw, I'm a walkin' Kanye/Beyonce song." |
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She said "I'm mad at chu." |
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I said "Why?" She said "Why you never |
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Make songs with chicks, as if it's hard to do?" |
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I said "I make songs for me, leave the studio, |
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And go an' ******* the ******* who go on and make da songs for you!" |
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She said I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow. |
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Can we hook up?" I said "Ummm… |
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You just used the word swagger. So no." |
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She said… |
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You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead? |
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You're breaking my heart." She said: |
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"You're breaking my heart." |
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'Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?. |
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You're breaking my heart." She said: |
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"You're breaking my heart." |
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We been riding around in this hatchback, 'til I'm ******* hunchback |
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Where the *******'s this party at, slutbag, |
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*******? Cut what act? Think it's act? ******* that, |
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I'm tryna ******* scuz. Better find this loveshack |
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Or somewhere the *******-at… Ah! Don't touch that, |
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You fat dyke! I'm trine hear some Bagpipes |
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From Baghdad. Don't act like |
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You don't like 'em: them accents. I rap tight! |
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And Imma torture you 'til we find this place. Yeah, that's right! |
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I thought it was just past this light… just past Van Dyk. |
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Better hit that maplight, read them directions. Oh yeah… |
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You can't read. And you can't write. You told me that last night." |
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She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half, like |
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(Crack) "Relapse sucked." I snapped, hit the gas like |
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(Zoom) Blew through the lights, spun out, hit a patch of black ice. |
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Forgot we had trailer hitched to the back. We jack-knifed. |
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******* flew out the car, I laugh like, she deserved it. |
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She didn't think I'd act like |
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That in person. |
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("Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!") |
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Verse 4 (Royce Da 5'9"): |
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Tell 'em I be there in a minute, |
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I'm tryna break up this catfight |
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Between my mistress and damn wife |
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Then this chick wanted a hug. She was fat, |
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So I gave her dap, then I tell 'er to scat. |
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I'm not mean, I'm cute |
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On my way to the front door, taken' the scenic route |
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I'm saying: them chicks got horse's asses, they been attractive. |
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Hope when they see me they don't slap me with them tennis rackets. |
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My mind drifted back to this *******t. I see my wife, push her down |
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(Aagh!) Step over her body, then smack the mistress |
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Police outside, I turn and past the gat to Viscious |
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Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin |
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(Argh!) He mocks the mistress, turns around gives the misses hugs and kisses |
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Looks at me twisted like Nickel, ("Yeah, watch this *******t!") |
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He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat ******* |
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He rode with and looks back to mention: |
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"Royce, it's good to be back to business!" |
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You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead? |
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You're breaking our hearts." they said: |
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"You're breaking our hearts." |
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'Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh. |
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You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?. |
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You're breaking our heart." they said: |
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"You're breaking our heart." |