The Good The Bad and The Ugly

[Intro: Twisted Insane] Yeah, I wanna thank my fans though They been with me through it all They been with me through my whole life And they continue to be with me I give it all to 'em They see me... the good, the bad and the ugly [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I shoulda knew you wasn't shit Tryna put me in the ditch Tellin' everyone I'm rich You's a stupid fucking bitch All you want a nigga crib Now you run and tell everyone you have my kid Now they tell me that it's process servers lookin' for me at my show What type of shit was that? I was with somebody I don't know I go back in my mind like couple years ago I rip into the past and I travel through the hole Now they want me up in court, but I'm in another state I gotta hit the road, that's a date I cannot make I wanna get attention, but they're tellin' me that I'm late And now they got my name up on the birth certificate, wait They wanna seal my fate, can they really do that? I ain't take no test, tell me how the fuck they prove that? Yeah I mightve fuck her but I really never knew that Stupid little bitch if I see her, Imma do that They tell me that they'd put a warrant out if I don't make it (what?!) You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me Might as well just lock me up and tell my fans you got rid of me Bitch you're tryna live a life of someone that you pretend to be I remember hearin' stories, you was tellin' people You was really with me livin' all together But it was a lie You was livin' out the trunk, I done barely know you Why don't you just go and get a life, before you fuck around with mine Always on your mind, talkin' 'bout some bullshit In a minute Imma get up and do some cruel shit Maybe I should cool it, fuck that This a nigga life and I tryna go to jail when I ain't do shit Damn, catch you goin' full in, stuck like chuck Sit up in a dark room with the OE by myself And get bucked by up Brain! [Hook: C. Ray] The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly [Chorus: C. Ray] They say it's good to be bad, and God don't like ugly So he couldn't be mad, and people still don't trust me And they shouldn't, we blast on anybody coming Or pursuing me is nothing, see I'm good at being ugly when I'm bad! [Verse 2: Charles Xavier] Look up here I am I got a problem but you niggas on the bottom I don't get 'em and I wanna bring them all To have a pardon in a heart and then I'll drop 'em Look down and here I am And I'm a homie from the underground We killin' rappers spit up on em I put them in the bag they comin' with the wrecked little costume Die slow with the enemy, no ho is a friend of me No close when the homie say so, what you feelin' lay low with the centipede? Good, bad and the ugly I made all of three look past and above me I make em all bleed hood track and the club scene And everytime I come this way I get opponents thinkin' they can fuck with me But I'm numb to the world when it come to play Then I have a Ducati while I'm drunk and blazed And I pullin' up at the party giving a fuck who say What? Hit em up in brainiac and say that they got to play rough Commin' up with the game attack hey to black haters [Bridge: C. Ray] And there's no dice, you wanna roll You're life is in a choke Don't try you goin' broke Cause I'm with my foot to your throat Your mind? You'll get it blown Don't cry, you shouldn't know [Hook: C. Ray] The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly [Chorus: C. Ray] They say it's good to be bad, and God don't like ugly So he couldn't be mad, and people still don't trust me And they shouldn't, we blast on anybody coming Or pursuing me is nothing, see I'm good at being ugly when I'm bad!