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Juelz Santana nebo také známý jako L's,Juelz Bandana se narodil 18.února 1983 v New Yorské čtvrti Harlem.
Ve 12 letech začal psát texty a se svojí hudební kariérou začal ve svých 15 letech se skupinou Draft Pick.V roce 1998 se skupina dostala...
Píseň: Bad Guy
- Interpret:
- Juelz Santana
- Album:
- God Will'n
[Hook:] Say hello to the bad guys Feds taking pictures, hope they got my good side The price of life is getting cheaper And I'm just getting richer, little nigga Nigga talking static I hear feedback Eat that, niggas lame and they rejects I see that, believe that Shotty bouce, body count, 28 bodies found Killing niggas by the ounce [Verse 1:] Niggas get killed trying to play tough Niggas get killed trying to play us Wassup, don't be a fucking dumb dumb I get your whole click hit for a lump sum Brought guns to the knife war Fuck a nigga trying to fight for When that sawed off could knock your jaw off Don't make my young boys knock yours off I know niggas that will shoot you then go to your funeral I know niggas that will kill you then pay for a mural Just to stand in front of it and take a picture with ya You niggas accident murderers, got professionals Make it look like it's an accident murderers Then I got my reckless murderers Dropped the gun, cops come, They go gon' tell 'em they murdered ya Harlem's new Bumpy Johnson Protecting my empire, Nucky Thomson [Hook] [Verse 2:] There's a war going on outside, nobody safe Gotta ball to you fall if not life's a waste Gotta watch them niggas, they trying to take your place Tell them money hungry niggas my gun is all on the plate Clip so long it's hanging off the clay I got enough for whoever ain't ate Extra clips for a side dish, who want try this Still got bricks, who want try this I don't cook coke, I deep fry fish Fly nigga, she just wanna see the cockpit Hot topic, dead bodies in the courtyard Fuck it keep the money coming like porn stars I could get you killed for a bag of reefer I could get you laced for a pair of sneakers Imagine what these niggas do for a feature And the story gets even deeper [Hook] [Verse 3:] Now what I do go out, get it, try and bring it back They always gon' need someone to point they finger at On me now harder than there was when I was slanging crack I'm a tax paying citizen, I ain't slanging jack Keep my name in the mix, cause they know me I ain't never hung out with him, we ain't homies A lot of the hate really come from being lonely And I soon as you stop fucking with ''em, you being phony I ain't paying with 'em, shotties for the youngsters Give 'em the whole thing, bodies in the dumpsters Roll with niggas who tie niggas up, call 'em the trunksters The way I'm on it, it's like a new Gotti is amongst us [Hook]