damnit!!" Chorus: WC It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! Nigga It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! It's All Bad! It's All Bad! Nigga we all, dead on arrival! *helicopter
be creepin while you sleep game, straight game Get up on it , straight game It's all bad, it's all bad It's all bad, it's all bad
Bad Boy, we ain't gon' stop Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right)
: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put
to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened
we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender
sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dicks Meanwhile, the government brings Star Wars From glocks to glockers C
and you 'gon lose dem pants Then i'ma throw this money, w hile you do it with no hands Girl drop it to the flo' I love the way your booty go All I want
to ask Y'all can kiss my ass, and that's my Momma Got a sister that need my help (hey) and I gave peace all with wealth Give anything that I have, just
9-5 Givin it up to you muthafuckas like real live So take it to advantage and give it up, niggas Intro pt. 2: CNH (Dru Down) (C.N. muthafuckin H, hey, fffwussup w
&B or disco Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio It's that funk yes, won't settle for less Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out [W.C. and
put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang their soul it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a scroll With names on it, dipped in b*ood, man I'
s why my initials is on your butt I get it up when you need it, promise I'll never beat it Satisfaction guaranteed it, twice as hard if you eat it
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you It's chapter this, verse that, pass
) I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bun
Smalls crib man? Yeah I'm sure mother***, c'mon Ah fuck it better be his mother*** house F*** right here, this better be this mother*** house Oh s***, what, what's wrong? It's
: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you
the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad
