1458 - Bad Boys Lyrics

Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
Brothers spastic
Tryna squeeze the rhymes through the plastic
Up and up til' the wheels get stuck, I'm bumping Mr. Magic
Thinking bout' the bullshit
Niggas tryna pull shit
I ain't tryna play, motherf*cker I'm past it
One verse for the homies
I'm tryna get it right, cause I'm flexing on the old me
Been real lonely
Imma get it back though
Creeping through the back so
I ain't give a f*ck what them other niggas told me
Imma take that work, get it back to business
Yeah we been setting records, send this back to Guinness
Don't wanna fight, I'm a pacifist
But if I hear you talk shit, imma pass the fist
I'm the M.V.P. from NBC
So it's okay to envy me, the MP3
Bumping from the MPC, the end repeat
So you can bet this shit gon' be realer than MTV
Yeah
Rather fight with you than someone new
Fourth and inches, but I missed a few
Rather fight with you than someone new
Fourth and inches, but I missed a few
I don't cry no more
Take that back, I don't lie no more
Just look to the sky when I'm bored
Wanna go big just like billboard, yeah
Whenever I drop a verse I'm always laughing
Cause I know y'all can't match me
Y'all can't have it, no you can't have all of this sauce that me and my boys be packing
Run on this beat like a track meet
Put your dawg ass in the backseat
I'll go Nightmare On Elm Street if y'all keep trying to test me
You think I wrote all this ignorant shit without shit to back it
Sample chopping, rapper, producer like I'm in Calabasas
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
I brought a rocket to a gunfight, you brought a pen to the test
I be working round the clock, even when I just rest
I was the bullet to the gun, I was the poison to the pest
Ice cold, but when I rap, the air is fire, Johnny Test
I just shoot for the stars, hope I land on the moon
Yeah, the music coming fresh like dough straight out of the tomb
I was at a bonfire, felt my soles heating up
Hot on my heels, Road Runner
Stahl, Gunner way she take pics
Told her don't send me shit, but she just sent six
Hit licks, MJ with the dunk and the score
I was acting hotheaded like the Fantastic Four
Yeah, they said they brought the heat, but I told 'em "Bring more"
I might become a activist like actors when they bored of money
Might become a pacifist like pastors when the world ain't sunny
Might tear through the package like the rappers that y'all jamming with
I feel like striking balances, f*ck the banks and the analysts
I feel the strength that Samson did to rip the tongue out, average lips
To blast through all the blasphemous
They ask for crack, then pass 'em this
And maybe give 'em bandages
The only sharper lines are that of those found in old slasher flicks
I feel like when the camera switched, still waiting for the joke it's funny
Crunch time, waiting on the punchline it's lunch time
A healthy diet indeed, a rapper a day and a bag of candy thrown in the street
It's sweet and soft
Y'all remember the pop rocks, and hot boxes
Rappers in my city either junkies or lost causes
Aside from Siko you suckers like puppies to dog bosses
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys