Bad Newz Lyrics - Purple Hulk - Big Tuck

(*talking*) 

Yeah-yeah, the brat-bull huh 

For real-for real, for real-for real 

[Hook - 4x] 

I'm bad news, (bad news) 

I'm bad news, (he bad news) 

[Big Tuck] 

I'm bad news, to you motherfucking fakes 

(it's the Hurricane Tuck), and I'm tearing up the state 

Keep it real for my niggaz, but I'm in for them snakes 

And they hate cause I'm great, and the mic's that I break 

Money that I make, keep these broads in a daze 

(and I rumble in the club), like I'm fresh out a cage 

Put the lock on the K, so you best to behave 

(you don't want it with me boy), cause I'm wild with this gauge 

[Hook - 8x] 

[Big Tuck] 

It's Big T-U-C-K 

(who), T-U-C-K 

I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya) 

I ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya) 

I ain't playing wit ya, (playing wit ya) 

I ain't playing wit ya, (he ain't playing wit ya) 

When you see me in the club, it's bad news 

Come out creased up, from my cap to my shoes 

Represent the money, but he finna get abused 

All these diamonds, they don't think I'm playing by the rules 

We got teeth that really bling, jack-up some bezeltynes 

Glocks with scopes and beams, foreigns and everything 

Bigger than dinosaurs, scar ya and leave you sore 

Slugs that hurt like pores, why just because 

[Hook - 8x] 

[Big Tuck] 

I'm so raw so street, so off the chain 

Jump on the track, and go head up with a freight train 

Thanks to the Marines, I'm a killer but well trained 

Fight for green, like a mascot for Notre Dame 

I'm so sick with it, you don't like it deal with it 

You want it go and get it, now fire come and get it 

You fin's to meet your maker, the lyrical undertaker 

C-4 pass detonator, bad news to a hater 

Then leave the hook, the crowd done jam 

Got a pineapple bomb, under the seat in the slab 

I'll give you a skeet taste, but you'll die from a dab 

When it's crunk on your hands, it's bad news you have 

[Hook - 12x] 

Bad news...he bad news 

Bad news...he bad news