Bad News by Lew Salem Lyrics
[Hook]
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
[Verse I: Lew Salem]
You hear the music? I ain’t sounding like these other niggas
Dancing on flows, I ain’t drowning like these other niggas
Spazzin’ on jokes, but I ain’t clowning like these other niggas
Believe in my future, I ain’t doubt it like these other niggas
Walking tall lately, seems my confidence returned in spades
All eyez on me when I enter the space, you better
Remember my face. Learn to love it before there’s no escape
And if you fail then all your days will be your lowest days
And I still ain’t final form yet, hope it give you more stress
Hope you crack under the pressure; super-human forces
Is what I fill the room with, heated volume shit
Let it wrap around your body, that Egyptian tomb shit
My ambitions so arisen, shit I pinned ‘em to the ceiling
If ya’ll niggas is the sickness, then this shit the penicillin
Nah, a nigga don’t play, nor am I kidding with them
Bout to open Salem’s Mortuary: Kill ‘em fore I chill ‘em
[Hook]
[Verse II]
When I’m in the booth, I’m highly tactical
When I’m in the coupe, I’m likely after you
Less like these humans, more like these animals
Live by these savage rules, that why we cannibals
Double-tap a motherfucker, make sure he really dead
Double-tap a motherfucker just in case he be the feds
Just because you treat your homies royal, don’t make ‘em loyal
Sometimes your brother’s keeper want you deepest beneath the soil
So I keep my head on a swivel, through the legs with the dribble
Easily read the looks on your faces, you kept them so simple
I chop it like child’s play, surgical with the knife blade
Don’t put no epitaph, on my tombstone, only my name
I wanna got without no fanfare, pull up out the show
Crowd outside, lookin’ like a fan fair
Don’t make the mistake, of bringing your bae, I’ll bring her backstage
Then back to my place, where she gon’ throw that ass in the air. Bad News
[Hook]
[Verse III: Agent P]
I need, 923 dollars, straight cash
Need a girl with a mind, and a really nice ass, I need a:
‘Nother house, cause that shit trash
Need another pair of J’s, cause mine creased in the back, aye
This a rare main event
I beat the pussy up, keep your hands on your hips
Don’t move too much, girl I’m tryna take a flick
Make your hands touch your toes, yeah girl, that’s it, ha
Back to 9-2-3, in cash
“Wait, why that amount?” You see, well
9’s for the number of times, that your girl
Hit me up, and I gave her no reply
Two’s for the kicks that I cop
Never only one pair, boy I shop ‘til I drop and
Three’s, for the number of times
That I hit, that I hit, in the same damn night, yuh
You niggas getting’ too damn close
Like my nigga Dylan, I’mma hit you with the choke
Me and Lew goin’ back-to-back on the rhyme
Time to let these niggas know it’s about that time
Steady flippin’ never trippin’, always spittin’ in the kitchen
Steady whippin, never slippin’, check your bitch, she need attention
Got my mind, on my money, stayin’ loyal to the grind
Never, ever catch me slippin’, I’mma rest when I die: Bad News
[Bridge/Outro] (x4)
Two times for the niggas in the back, I’mma say it two times for the niggas in the back
Four times for the niggas in the back, gotta say it four times for the niggas in the back
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
Bad news for you niggas, all I got is bad news for you niggas
[Verse I: Lew Salem]
You hear the music? I ain’t sounding like these other niggas
Dancing on flows, I ain’t drowning like these other niggas
Spazzin’ on jokes, but I ain’t clowning like these other niggas
Believe in my future, I ain’t doubt it like these other niggas
Walking tall lately, seems my confidence returned in spades
All eyez on me when I enter the space, you better
Remember my face. Learn to love it before there’s no escape
And if you fail then all your days will be your lowest days
And I still ain’t final form yet, hope it give you more stress
Hope you crack under the pressure; super-human forces
Is what I fill the room with, heated volume shit
Let it wrap around your body, that Egyptian tomb shit
My ambitions so arisen, shit I pinned ‘em to the ceiling
If ya’ll niggas is the sickness, then this shit the penicillin
Nah, a nigga don’t play, nor am I kidding with them
Bout to open Salem’s Mortuary: Kill ‘em fore I chill ‘em
[Hook]
[Verse II]
When I’m in the booth, I’m highly tactical
When I’m in the coupe, I’m likely after you
Less like these humans, more like these animals
Live by these savage rules, that why we cannibals
Double-tap a motherfucker, make sure he really dead
Double-tap a motherfucker just in case he be the feds
Just because you treat your homies royal, don’t make ‘em loyal
Sometimes your brother’s keeper want you deepest beneath the soil
So I keep my head on a swivel, through the legs with the dribble
Easily read the looks on your faces, you kept them so simple
I chop it like child’s play, surgical with the knife blade
Don’t put no epitaph, on my tombstone, only my name
I wanna got without no fanfare, pull up out the show
Crowd outside, lookin’ like a fan fair
Don’t make the mistake, of bringing your bae, I’ll bring her backstage
Then back to my place, where she gon’ throw that ass in the air. Bad News
[Hook]
[Verse III: Agent P]
I need, 923 dollars, straight cash
Need a girl with a mind, and a really nice ass, I need a:
‘Nother house, cause that shit trash
Need another pair of J’s, cause mine creased in the back, aye
This a rare main event
I beat the pussy up, keep your hands on your hips
Don’t move too much, girl I’m tryna take a flick
Make your hands touch your toes, yeah girl, that’s it, ha
Back to 9-2-3, in cash
“Wait, why that amount?” You see, well
9’s for the number of times, that your girl
Hit me up, and I gave her no reply
Two’s for the kicks that I cop
Never only one pair, boy I shop ‘til I drop and
Three’s, for the number of times
That I hit, that I hit, in the same damn night, yuh
You niggas getting’ too damn close
Like my nigga Dylan, I’mma hit you with the choke
Me and Lew goin’ back-to-back on the rhyme
Time to let these niggas know it’s about that time
Steady flippin’ never trippin’, always spittin’ in the kitchen
Steady whippin, never slippin’, check your bitch, she need attention
Got my mind, on my money, stayin’ loyal to the grind
Never, ever catch me slippin’, I’mma rest when I die: Bad News
[Bridge/Outro] (x4)
Two times for the niggas in the back, I’mma say it two times for the niggas in the back
Four times for the niggas in the back, gotta say it four times for the niggas in the back