Good Foot (feat. Boldy James, Mooch & Rigz)

Real Bad Man

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    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
    Neighbors can't say Jack, they ain't get a good look (uh-uh)
    Had to stomp on the smack, get it on the good foot (get it on the good foot)

    Can't take it back, even if a nigga wanted to (I can't)
    Left him on his front grass, wetter than the morning dew (brr)
    Horny lil' devil got my nina with the extra clip (what else?)
    Whip my stick out on any street, and she gon' let me hit (it's on)
    7-6 drug zone, hully-gully hell block
    Twelve-shot snub, since a youngin, I been shell-shocked (bah)
    Ran off on the plug, got his number in my cell blocked (pshoom)
    Feel good puttin' money in my mother mailbox (okay)
    Send my baby to the mall, then off to the nail shop
    Saw my dawg in the parking lot of the belmont (where we at?)
    Thuggin' on adele block, really had to sell crack (uh-huh)
    Cell tapped, all tabs, we don't fuck with gel-caps (yeah)
    Opened up a pill spot, crunchin' on the curbside (what else?)
    Spinnin' in the pot, that shit be gone before the work's dry
    On my way to the connect, it was just me and burnside
    In conway, mississip', ridin' dirty on highway 35 (uh)

    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
    Neighbors can't say Jack, they ain't get a good look
    Had to stomp on the smack, get it on the good foot

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    You a bold nigga, your queen blowin' me, that's a cold winter
    Coughin' up the codes to your cabin, she made a slow dinner
    Slowin' up my day just to show you you couldn't flow with us
    Put my good foot in the goodness, I made a snow midget
    Snow-white china, we chop the shit on some gold dishes
    Still went platinum, my celly lookin' like old jigga
    Automatic rounds in the window, we made his home whistle
    He caught five, ironic, that was a chrome nickel
    Chillin' on the throne, I'm killin' rappers at home, [?]

    Uh, wal-mart, cheap ass shits, I'm cookin' fish
    I missed if he hid the crack and his cheek ain't twitch
    Lot of rappers can rap, yeah, but that ain't this
    I don't care about rockin' the charm, these dude's tatted with quotes
    Don't live nothin' that they got on they arm
    Wastin' the ink, the grams wet, weighed in the shrink
    I got a cooker for my trap, he just stay by the sink
    I know some shorties in the club that'll play in your drink
    Pass out in your crib, and they takin' your link
    Gotta stay on point in this evil terrain
    Judges don't give a fuck, they just readin' a name
    You built from what you've been through, can't take back what I took
    And honestly, I wouldn't, because I meant to
    (Honestly, 'cause I meant to, yeah, I meant to take that)

    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (that I shook)
    Can't take back what I took (what I took)
    Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
    Neighbors can't say Jack, they ain't get a good look
    Had to stomp on the smack, get it on the good foot (good foot)

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    Composition: Boldy James and Real Bad Man

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