[Fiend]
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Ahhhhhh, all about the beats, cause I bring the heat to the streets
About to act bad, and I ain't been home for a week
I want to see ends, I also want to see ends meet
The last high that I had was the jailhouse heat
Gotta go 223, that's the waiting in the shade
a lot of people about to end up dead, runnin around with their lead
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture Fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
And I make em see it end, 'fore you bout to take me in
See shit spin, I'm tryin to get the crack in the day
Word on the streets, you really got it happenin your way
Now I'm rapping away, but not to keep me out the penn
But since I'm out, I'm out to test the hearts of men
See this wimpy grin, it mean, one seven he die
With cabbage aside, you bitches still gonna be the baddest alive
Chorus
Still the baddest motherfucker alive
I'm still the baddest motherfucker alive
Say what, say what? x4
My name is Fiend, damn right I'm a attack his trailer
see told me look a man in the eyes 'fore you kill him
ain't too many niggas really got on the billing
To better pockets, ready for some violent killing
Now ready puff in the cutlass, at the down south buck it
Taking other peoples shit, loving every minute of it
You know what it takes to go against odds
Watching my back, with some niggas like Keke and Boz
Jump in my 81 ride, lookin for prey in the meal
Gimme everything, I'll see if this tank is for real
I dish this raw deals to keep this ghetto peal
I think I truly love ?????????
For somebody getting through me
My hunger make sure ain't no human being at the war place speak
Alone at street stories and ties
And remember, no sleepy eyes, I'm the baddest alive
Chorus x4
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Ahhhhhh, all about the beats, cause I bring the heat to the streets
About to act bad, and I ain't been home for a week
I want to see ends, I also want to see ends meet
The last high that I had was the jailhouse heat
Gotta go 223, that's the waiting in the shade
a lot of people about to end up dead, runnin around with their lead
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture Fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
And I make em see it end, 'fore you bout to take me in
See shit spin, I'm tryin to get the crack in the day
Word on the streets, you really got it happenin your way
Now I'm rapping away, but not to keep me out the penn
But since I'm out, I'm out to test the hearts of men
See this wimpy grin, it mean, one seven he die
With cabbage aside, you bitches still gonna be the baddest alive
Chorus
Still the baddest motherfucker alive
I'm still the baddest motherfucker alive
Say what, say what? x4
My name is Fiend, damn right I'm a attack his trailer
see told me look a man in the eyes 'fore you kill him
ain't too many niggas really got on the billing
To better pockets, ready for some violent killing
Now ready puff in the cutlass, at the down south buck it
Taking other peoples shit, loving every minute of it
You know what it takes to go against odds
Watching my back, with some niggas like Keke and Boz
Jump in my 81 ride, lookin for prey in the meal
Gimme everything, I'll see if this tank is for real
I dish this raw deals to keep this ghetto peal
I think I truly love ?????????
For somebody getting through me
My hunger make sure ain't no human being at the war place speak
Alone at street stories and ties
And remember, no sleepy eyes, I'm the baddest alive
Chorus x4