Dice Raw – Bad To The Bone lyrics

Hey yo, I'Ђ™m bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone
But 'Ђ¦ I'Ђ™m black like Corleone
My dress 'Ђ¦ mentally disturbed
My benz pop but I curb puffing a bag of 'Ђ¦
The cops got a lot of questions they like to ask me
Cause I ride through philly lookin'Ђ™ flashy
But my 20 lawyer smart 'Ђ¦ so fat, louie vuitton on her feet
'Ђ¦and everything about me is throw back benzes
Like 'Ђ¦ handling business
Still 'Ђ¦ brain for tenses 'Ђ¦
My life'Ђ™s bliss 'Ђ¦ own stock'Ђ¦bitches... In my phone
Cast in the 'Ђ¦bigger numbers in the caiman
I'Ђ™m so talented I got it off from entertainment
But never fuck with a bitch that'Ђ™s got a 'Ђ¦
Lookout for a real queen, that'Ђ™s what I am about
I write riddles, I don'Ђ™t make it rain I stack 'Ђ¦
You see dumb niggers and I crack my pistols
I'Ђ™m 'Ђ¦ hundred shots coming at ya
Where is your t cups, girls d cups
Rappers got you 'Ђ¦ about the creeper
'Ђ¦be killing shots like this is a fetus
We'Ђ™ll make you dumb niggers think you can beat us
This shit you putting in your blunt must beat us
Well I'Ђ™ma let you next 'Ђ¦with a gun shot
And put a bucket on your head while I'Ђ™m on top
You girl pussy it'Ђ™s just another side hustle
And I don'Ђ™t stress nothing niggaare I apply muscle
'Ђ¦ in this everyday struggle'Ђ¦ time will tell
But for now I'Ђ™m doing real well
I sip champagne, saint germaine, slash your red wine
Right before I head line, to tell the double you top floor bed time
The greatest rapper now yeah I must confess
I'Ђ™m underrated and I'Ђ™m alone
And coming for the throne, and bad to the bone.