The Good, The Bad, The Ugly lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
Yo you can keep asking them f*cking questions all f*cking day man, I told you that, I told you the f*ck happened, man
Told your partner the same thing, man
How long a n*gga gotta stay here? Raggedy-ass precinct

[Verse 1]
It was money on the table with the bricks
I was in the livin' room fillin' on this b*tch
Heard my car alarm going off on my 6
So my dogs start barkin' and some n*ggas hit the fence
So I take my di*k out this b*tch mouth and walked to the window
Pulled the blinds down and took one hit of the Indo'
Them n*ggas ain't doing sh*t, but stealin' my neighbors rims so
Walked back to the couch and told the b*tch to bend over
That's what I'm rollin' with...
Nah, I ain't seen sh*t and I ain't snitchin' on nobody
Yeah, that's my four-five, but it ain't got no bodies
Them two dead n*ggas? Them is nobody
They should have torched 'em, then you wouldn't had no bodies
I mean look at these pictures, sh*t is so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my sh*t like John Gotti
Feed a n*gga to the sharks after dark

[Verse 2]
Man, f*ck this sh*t, I thought I told y'all
It was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin' up some sh*t
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little (*bullet sound*)
So I turned the radio down and c*cked my four-fif'
Oh sh*t... Am I hit? Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fit
So I turn down all the lights and c*cked my four-fifth
Seen some n*ggas jump in they Escalade and that was it
How much longer I gotta stay in this mothaf*cka?
Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke
But sh*t, y'all got a n*gga stressed
I gotta stay in this mothaf*cka 'til I confess?
sh*t, y'all b*tches better get some rest
'Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami
'Fore I snitch on myself or the 'hood, you understand me?
Yeah, I f*ck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy
n*ggas runnin' 'round the 'hood singin' they should get a Grammy
And you two motherf*ckas should get an Oscar
With this good-cop-bad-cop sh*t, take me to process
'Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs
I watched First 48 so f*ck your 25 years
No evidence, no bid, I don't know who split them n*ggas' wigs
[Verse: 3]
Already told y'all, it was money on the table with the bricks
I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a sh*t
Then I heard my dogs barkin', and some noise by the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the four-fifth
Then I seen three n*ggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer
Guess I had to welcome n*ggas to the gun store
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