Verse 1: : Your butt is mine, Gonna tell you right, Just show your face, In broad daylight. I'm telling you; On how I feel, Gonna hurt your mind, Don't shoot to kill. Come on, come on, Lay it on me, All right... Verse 2: : I'm giving you, On count of three, To show your stuff, Or let it be... I'm telling you; Just watch your mouth, I know your game, What you're about. Bridge 1: Well they bad). You know I'm bad). Because I'm bad). And the gain; Who's bad. Interlude: Verse 3: The (chordiearchive.chordie.com)