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[talking] Yeah-yeah, the brat-bull huh For real-for real, for real-for real [Hook x4] I'm bad news, (bad news) I'm bad news, (he bad news) [Big Tuck] I'm bad news, to you motherfucking fakes (it's the Hurricane Tuck), and I'm tearing up the state Keep it real for my niggaz, but I'm in for them snakes And they hate cause I'm great, and the mic's that I break Money that I make, keep these broads in a daze (and I rumble in the club), like I'm fresh out a cage Put the lock on the K, so you best to behave (you don't want it with me boy), cause I'm wild with this gauge [Hook x8] [Big Tuck] It's Big T-U-C-K (who), T-U-C-K I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya) I ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya) I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya) SongtexteI ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya) When you see me in the club, it's bad news Come out creased up, from my cap to my shoes Represent the money, but he finna get abused All these diamonds, they don't think I'm playing by the rules We got teeth that really bling, jack-up some bezeltynes Glocks with scopes and beams, foreigns and everything Bigger than dinosaurs, scar ya and leave you sore Slugs that hurt like pores, why just because [Hook x8] [Big Tuck] I'm so raw so street, so off the chain Jump on the track, and go head up with a freight train Thanks to the Marines, I'm a killer but well trained Fight for green, like a mascot for Notre Dame I'm so sick with it, you don't like it deal with it You want it go and get it, now fire come and get it You fin's to meet your maker, the lyrical undertaker C-4 pass detonator, bad news to a hater Then leave the hook, the crowd done jam Got a pineapple bomb, under the seat in the slab I'll give you a skeet taste, but you'll die from a dab When it's crunk on your hands, it's bad news you have [Hook x12] Bad news...he bad news Bad news...he bad news Aus Songtexte Mania