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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Vocals
Pain In Da Ass
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raashaun Casey
Songwriter
Renan Thybulle
Songwriter
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Wayne Hirschorn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Merlin Bobb
Executive Producer
DJ Clue
Executive Producer
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Skåne
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Brian Gardner
Engineer
DJ Envy
Producer
Mono
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be what you wanna be
(Yeah)
Fabolous, he doesn't have that problem (I just look at everything)
He always tells the truth (The bad with the good)
That's what it's all about?
(The fake with real)
That's why we work so hard for Fabolous?
(The hate with love)
So they can point their fucking fingers
And call me the fucking bad guy?
[Verse 2]
I guess I'm the bad guy, the fingers is pointing
****, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rocking
I keep the home cell and two way contact for Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These players been playing foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
****, this how I live, it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
[Verse 3]
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
So what that make you, good?
[Verse 4]
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is Sports
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court?
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of it wasn't me
I'ma say where you get a key from?
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
Is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my inbox and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma, you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
[Verse 5]
So say goodnight to the bad guy
Come on, it's the last time
You're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way
There's a bad guy coming through
[Verse 6]
Come on, what type of bad guy give fellas dap, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I rid with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay on Rikers too long
Case dismissed, the D.A. even like the new song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club, it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start asking if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
These good guys who wanna hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy
[Verse 7]
Who ever said you was one?
Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets
To the resurrection
Written by: John Jackson, Raashaun Casey, Renan Thybulle