Say Hello

[Chorus:]
Say hello to the bad guy,
They say I'm a bad guy,
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly.
They say I'm a menace,
That's the picture they paint,
They say a lot about me,
Let me tell you what I ain't.
They say I'm a bad guy,
Say hi to the bad guy,
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly.
They say I'm a menace,
That's the picture they paint,
They say a lot about me,
Let me tell you what I ain't.
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
They say a lot about me,
Let me tell you what I ain't.

[Verse 1:]
I ain't playin', life's short so I aim,
I ain't waitin' for life start betrayin' ‘em,
It's twice as hard to get a job that's payin' ‘em,
So I ain't payin' attention to what you sayin'.
Raindrops keep fallin' on my brain,
‘Cause in the drop on flames
I'm so hot, even if the weather change,
I don't have no top, I'm insane.
‘Member dark-skinned Jermaine
Wore suede in the rain? We sorta kinda the same,
‘Cept I'm no lame, and you gonna know my name
Before I go the world gon' feel my pain.
They sayin' I'm a bad guy, why's that?
‘Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, I react,
Secretly, though, I know you admire that,
You wish you had the balls to fire back,
Say hello, uh-huh, hello, uh-huh,
You wish you had the balls to fire back.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I ain't no ordinary nigga,
Look around, this ain't what ordinary gets you.
Extraordinary figures,
I'm an extraordinary nigga,
Before my name became Jigga,
Before I sang I had that thang on slippers.
Can't complain ‘bout what they ain't gon' give ya,
That ain't gon' getcha shit, might as well give up,
Or get up, get out and get something, nigga,
Get a job my nigga, or get to dumpin'.
Only God can judge him, only He without sin,
Tell me, if my means justify my ends?
Till then I'm just gon' fly in the Benz,
Wire my friends through Western Union,
Shh, surprisin'.
My system knockin', here comes the bad guy again,
Say hello, uh-huh, hello, uh-huh,
Hello, uh, here comes the bad guy again.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We ain't thugs for the sake of just bein' thugs,
Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga,
The poverty line, we not above,
So out comes the mask and gloves ‘cause we ain't feelin' the love,
We ain't doin' crime for the sake of doin' crimes,
We movin' dimes ‘cause we ain't doin' fine,
One out of three of us is locked up doin' time,
You know what this type of shit can do to a nigga mind.
My mind on my money, money on my mind,
If you owe me ten dollars, you ain't givin' me nine.
Y'all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule,
So I got my Glock 40, now I'm cool.
And if Al Sharpton is speakin' for me,
Somebody give him the word and tell him I don't approve,
Tell him I remove the curses.
If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect, when Jena Six don't exist,
Tell him, that's when I'll stop sayin' “bitch”.

[Chorus]