bad If it wasn?t you wouldn?t have to ask If it wasn?t you wouldn?t have to ask How could you know if you didn?t? What?s left to say when your tongue
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up
you bitches With the ratchet, the book of mathew, a book of matches Lightning, I'm? white linen You about to have to admit it They pass you the mic, asked you
, pon di edge gal. QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT, gal You too bad gal you too bad [Verse 1:] Gal you somin tight yes mi love how you hook it baby You
how you hook it baby You grip mi right, use di muscle hold it baby Mi call you last night have to call you back tonight Don't you somein right yes you
I picked you up in the pool hall! Phyllis: You don't know what gets me hot, you don't have the faintest idea what gets me hot! Don: Sure! Hamburgers!
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I
need Want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Big Sean:] Ready, set, now, go go, go go go til you can't go no more I'm I'll times
this motherfucker And you didn't really have all that ass last month Girl you got some shots in that motherfucker? Yeah, we got the Roc in this motherfucker And you
caught you) You coulda stopped by, you got me hurting inside You shoulda never lied Bye (Bye) You shouldn't have kept that trick on the side You think you bad
, the book of mathew, a book of matches Lightning, I'm? white linen You about to have to admit it They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it You got
you were a bad boy then you die West side outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep If you
at you hit dump compliments of south sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow im a monster I keep long gats like charles bronson and im on some put you
go 'cause I thought that you were my baby Girl, you can't trick me nor can you stick me You try to play slickly, said you strictly dickly But you and your friends, you
get into it? " I hear you cry. Well, sixty-four is eight squared, don't you see? (well, you ask a silly question, and you get a silly answer.)
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma have to rip shit Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto You don't get a medal if you settle for the drama She's
the 3-pack Bonanza If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza If you ask a question, then you will
a knife and a president Well, would you like to look at Madonna?s book on sex? Or would you rather Alex Haley?s book on Malcolm X? Their fuckin? with
