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Game Bad Intentions

Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the

Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the

Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the

the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin

gang sign (Something) With these niggas at the same time A thin line between the hood and the hood fad Don't let the game take me out I'm taking out the game

' parents and a treasure chest Shit, I was fortunate to be loved, by my paternal units And I'm gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it'll hurt

my best Come on hit me with my best Verse 4 [Eminem]: Aight, here's where I come in at... I came in this game with, bad intentions, and I ain't budged

No doubt, it's obviously evident I get bent Far from temporary son I'm very permanent Hittin? M.C.'s like an intoxicant Sent to prevent, monopoly is my intent

the Bronx 'til I'm gone Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin' Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions Fit the