Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)

[00:05.76] Lil Capalot, bitch, ha

[00:08.27] Smooth criminal, Mike Jack

[00:09.75] And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back

[00:12.01] Pull that TEC out just to make a statement

[00:14.02] He gon' need a body bag or a night sack

[00:16.27] He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure

[00:17.77] I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that

[00:20.52] Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared

[00:21.77] Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back"

[00:24.02] We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up

[00:26.02] What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?

[00:27.76] They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us

[00:29.77] Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up

[00:32.01] Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car

[00:34.50] Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"

[00:37.02] Bet I have him huggin' Allah

[00:38.27] I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star

[00:40.26] Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat

[00:41.77] When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

[00:43.77] He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

[00:45.76] It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

[00:48.01] So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

[00:50.76] Demons standin' in the doorway

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

[00:54.77] Tell me, Annie, are you okay?

[00:56.01] Still on that bullshit, MJ

[00:57.77] Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape

[01:00.02] All my life, had to risk-take

[01:01.76] But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break

[01:04.01] Let anybody in this bitch play

[01:05.76] I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face

[01:08.00] Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend

[01:10.26] And they known through them blocks like Dikembe

[01:12.02] Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali

[01:14.26] Thirty shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali

[01:16.27] Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep

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

[01:20.27] Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat

[01:21.77] When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

[01:23.76] He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

[01:25.77] It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

[01:28.26] So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

[01:30.76] Demons standin' in the doorway

[01:32.02] Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"

[01:34.77] Tell me, Annie, are you okay?