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Bad Man (Radio Edit) [feat. Mystikal] - TQ



     
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Bad Man (Radio Edit) [feat. Mystikal] Lyrics


feat Mystikal
Rap track, killer, fall back
You watch that, swig up, ...
Fuck up figure, hot round to get her
When we come suspicious, tell the boss...
Where s my fucking slippers
Bitch respect a gangster, fuckin thank us,
You s a fucking peasant, I m an aligator
On the elevator
[Chorus]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It s like I m a monster
I m a bad man, hey
I m a bad, bad man
Ain t nothing funny, a nigga got bars
Triple og, I ve been wherever you are
I m a bad man, I m a bad, bad man

I put been anything on, but the whip s down
I m ridin so low, it don t look like I m touchin the ground
You can see the black dots ...come to the sound
Cute bitch at my side
Just respect a nigga like me, suicide
[Chorus]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It s like I m a monster
I m a bad man, hey
I m a bad, bad man
Ain t nothing funny, a nigga got bars
Triple og, I ve been wherever you are
I m a bad man, I m a bad, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man
For silly little nigga cop back when they act retarded
Is anybody else ...this neighborhood belongs to me
And let them know we throw a lot of busts on the 118, yeah
[Chorus]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It s like I m a monster
I m a bad man, hey
I m a bad, bad man
Ain t nothing funny, a nigga got bars
Triple og, I ve been wherever you are
I m a bad man, I m a bad, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man
I ve just been rappin and talkin by
Cause motherfuckers been occupied...
Criss wanna bust with the drunken high
Can t understand if they cover they eyes...
[Chorus]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It s like I m a monster
I m a bad man, hey
I m a bad, bad man
Ain t nothing funny, a nigga got bars
Triple og, I ve been wherever you are
I m a bad man, I m a bad, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man
You don t know what it s like
To be the bad man, bad man
Bad man, bad man, alright, bad man.
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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