Artist: Tommy Whispers f/ Kryme Life
Album:  n/a
Song:   So Bad
Typed By: pneumatic

[Chorus 2X: Sample]
Love is so good child, You realize,
Love is so good child, Ohh it's so bad.

[Tommy Whispers]
No intro, Just the sound of the endo, Now blow it out,
Tommy Whispers, Showin you rappers what I'm about,
You know, Knockin niggas off, Knockin niggas out,
Whenever there's a drought get on the route and hit the fountain,
An ounce aint enough to keep a whole party bouncin,
A million logged on and T.M.F. and still countin,
Most anticipated underground group from out of Shaolin,
Staten that is, From out of Stapleton houses,
If Broad Street could talk then he would say this,
He many sales you gonna make on my strip,
By now, Your ass should already be rich,
You clown, How you gone sell a whole brick,
And aint got no bread and aint got no whips,
Show me somethin dummy, What you did with your chips,
Spent it all them bricks and now your tummy gettin hungry, Your sick.

[Chorus w/ Kryme Life ad-libs]

[Tommy Whispers]
First I take a pull, And then I zone in,
Then I take another pull, And then I go in,
Get that money fast while yall tryna slow him,
Audi five thousand, Finish line, Gotta win,
Confetti in the air, Celebrate, Crown the King,
Master at the rap, And I don not fuckin sing,
Blingin like a Hot Boy when I throw on chains and rings,
Gotta go and get them dollars so you know a nigga sling,
Gotta nice little Mami and she know I do my thing,
Honey be like Daddy get that money keep it comin in,
Rapid refund, Reload revolvers, Bout to spin,
Blow a hole in your face after the hammer's at your chin,
Sip gin, Sit back relax and watch those checks come in,
I'm a dime baby, I'm the bomb, Count me down to ten,
Nine, Eight, Evacuate the place,
Seven, Six, Five to one your ass is hist, Bitch.

[Chorus w/ Kryme Life ad-libs]

[Kryme Life]
The good life I wanna know what it's like,
Not too many niggas I know will come try to livin this life,
I live, Through all the hard times stressin, I fight to live,
My mind is a weapon designed for perfection,
Put my thoughts done in ink letters, Make niggas think better,
I've been doin this son, You from the pink era,
T.M.F. will be the illest shit ever seen,
Ever heard, It's our turn, Niggas'll get burned,
Guaranteed, They blind, Apparently they can't see,
Since the Wu has shook em they overlookin me,
I still pillage your village over a hundred deep,
Don't sleep, The power borough thorough, Staple City,
My P's where it goes down, Broad day the sun don't shine,
Swear it's like dark clouds cover the sky,
The Broad Street grind, Them boys is heartless,
Darkness in they eyes, Always ready to spark shit, Any given time.

[Chorus 1X]