Make Way For The Bad Guy ft. Klee Magor, Benny Brahmz & Big Stretch The Demon Slayer Lyrics

You know what an acronym is

It's like letters that stand for things, you know, like FBI, TGIF, you understand

I have an acronym for myself

You know what it is

B.A.D

B.A.D

Balls, Attitude, Direction

Make way for the bad guy

Yo we got crack slaves my crew slangs yay cuz crime pay

Whether it rain or it shine, hustle til my dying day

We done come up with nothing, this be the only way

Don't be fuckin' with us dunn, us killers don't play

Yo we fuckin' your team up, clap you quick with the nina

Step into the arena, choke you like emphysema

Yo we schemers ready for war cuz we regimers

Big dreamers, pull up on the block in Europeans

Overseeing every single aspect of this business

We in this to win this, so don't end up on our shit list

Hit list, pistol whipped and smacked up with the biscuit

Enlistment, into this clique includes a big fist, so risk it

Riviera kid, we be the sickest, the trick is, to get the grip and fuck as many bitches as possible

Be unstoppable when we rock a show, choppin' blow and serving up more balls than John McEnroe

Pack a four pound extra clips for more rounds

In case it go down, any place we'll throw down

If you wanna showdown, expect to get mowed down

With no sound a single bullet to your dome bloww

We bringing more fire power then the FBI

You know those jealous motherfuckers wanna see me fry

They want my bank accounts dry, they want my credit denied

They want to tap our phone lines to infiltrate the Landmine

We done moved guns, ex and blow on the streets to get paid

Motivated by hunger, it ain't an option to fade

The game is high stakes, I'm causing them pain

To bring the highest gains for myself and the family

I know they wont abandon me, through thick and thin from hell and back like modern day Maccabees

With happy trigger fingers we shell shock, holding glocks, prepare for battle on a daily basis

We cover all bases, and if yall think that you can touch us you sadly mistaken cuz

I'll be doing what it takes to bring home the bacon

Find me hustling in the ghetto, that's where I'll be staying

When you want to get hight on some credit, you better be paying

And if a serious beating, don't make it sink in

Now you hurting my feelings, I had you laying with your guts displaying

Make way for the bad guy

Yo, my whole family's on the grind, so I'm crime related

There be no questions asked, don't debate it

Drugs up in the system, like Alex Rodriguez

You know we smoke the best, Jamaican weed kush, sess

The product of my environment, that's a real street test

You couldn't walk a day in my shoes, you'd probably get laid rest

Before you know it, my whole family's on the grind, no need to show it

Original Rude Bwoy, number one poet, watch how we reap, how we sow it

We keep shining like stars, always stay glowing

Crime related, patiently waited, got the license reinstated

Overshadowing you punks, in the dark you faded

My wrist stay blinging, my teeth gold plated

You bounce from team to team, rookie being traded

In the off season, committing treason, leave you bleeding

The regime will have you killed for the slightest reason

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes

You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be

You need people like me

You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers

And say that's the bad guy

So say goodnight to the bad guy

Come on, come on

Make way for the bad guy

The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again