Scram Jones - Badman lyrics

[Hook] No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be faded To telling only lies [Verse 1: N.O.R.E] You see they dissed me in that resource room, a special ed cla**ic Now I make special bread, special ba*tard Taught to believe I couldn't achieve, and wasn't smart enough Couldn't be a lawyer, but a carpenter What they installed in my head, I feel braindead Said I should just work with my hands because my brain dead Said "Mr. Santiago, you could never be a doctor You could never be a judge, you don't even speak proper Probably gonna be a boxer, athlete or something like" Disability, my A.D.D. was something like Thoughts in a straitjacket, brain's in a wheelchair Feeling like I'm handicapped, still feel I'm still there Break it down for you n***as through the syllables Paint a picture for you motherf**ers through the visual While some n***as, wind up dead in hospitables Little n***as grow up fast to hard criminals [Hook] [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Somehow, we supposed to make it out this b**h Either coke or hoops, and my jump shot ain't sh** I'm no athlete, but I can make the c**aine flip On the back street, got smokers running in like a track meet Stress'll take a young n***a and give him a old face Or stress'll take a dumb n***a and give him a new case Foolish pride, before I beg, I tighten my lace Get that thing out the dresser, put you n***as under pressure like You pay me or pay the funeral home n***a, what you expected? Get mine or get nekkid I bang out like an old Western Stickups and k**ings to fix the leaks in my ceilings Cause being broke at 30 giving n***as the chills And when you broke your kids hungry and they eating no frills Before I turn in my cards and fold Man, I'm gon play that bad guy role n***a, that's all I know [Hook]