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Jay Z - Bad Stuff Lyrics

Intro: (Mo KL)
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Verse 1: (Mo KL)
Hi kids, I pray to my dead uncle I had a lot of disses
Before I leave your ass give me more hugs and kisses
I understand that killing a man, won't show your true identity
I've named a lot of women, but this one is Serenity
Tryna' live a happy life, oh the intensity
Winning this grammy is my density
$100 hard to get if your poor, kind of like complexity
All you niggas really ask for the necessity
I love my home, live in a house big
But Bush lied with 'Read my lips' the hoe did a rig
Did niggas in the 1700s wear them whigs?
Seeing prizes, like I'm the best in this shit
I've done a lot of bad stuff in this shit
I'd murder your mother with my bitch
I'd murder you partner in this bitch
Fuck you nigga

Chorus: (Mo KL)
I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on
Verse 2: (Jay-Z)
I’ve seen streets crown kings, take ‘em right back
Too many thrones made of lies, one slip—crack
Rooftops where we plotted, skies ablaze
While the grind lit fires that few niggas can phase
Whispers from the other niggas, tales they spin
Wolves at the doors, they don’t break—they slip in
Play chess not checkers, or get lost in the play
Where even pawns dream they’ll see king’s day
Trophy life is heavy as a motherfucker, glory is sharp
You keep the applause, but feel the harp
Lyrical architect, dodged concrete cages
But freedom’s price is paid in hidden wages

Chorus: (Mo KL)
I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on

Verse 3: (Jay-Z)
Now, the boardroom’s just another arena
Same rules apply, niggas turn subpoena
Deals done in silence, ink flows cold
Where trust is a currency more valued than gold
Cigar smoke, the power dinners
Smiles hide daggers; the real sinners
Look into the eyes of the ruthless ones
See reflections of streets and forgotten sons
So toast to the win, sip that fuckin' champagne
Just know success always has a last name
It’s sacrifice, it’s pain, it’s sharp and rough
It’s the hidden truth, it’s that fuckin' bad stuff
Chorus: (Mo KL)
I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on

Outro: (Jay-Z)
O when they talk legends, and the life we build
Don’t forget the cost, the nights unfulfilled
We’re made of stories, raw and rough
And what’s gold on the surface—is that fuckin' bad stuff