[Verse 1: T.I.]

Ayy, take a good look at me - now picture me unhappy

No cash and outta fashion, not flashin'

Picture me doin' bad even if I wasn't rappin'

Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin'

I'm fire-hot, not lukewarm or arms frozen

Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen

Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro

Picture Pimp Squad with some broads and ain't gettin' no th'oat

L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)

And Ghet-o-Vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)

And T.I.P. ain't worth a mill' no mo'

He still so-so (picture that) he still po'

Nigga picture that, or matter fact picture Tip

Gettin' anything other than rich

Now can you picture this, young, pompous, arrogant son of a bitch

Labeled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]

Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere

Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow

Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again

Dis bad man you get shot, any day

Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak

Any bwoy flip dem ago

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear

And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year

Beatin' like this here, Cartier frames and Piaget wristwear

T.I.P., your majesty's right c'here

Notice when I came the dames disappeared, you lames, listen here

To play me, ba-by, hey, he

Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z

Go on floss, ball at what cost

Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off

Y'all niggas actors, take ya skirts off

Hoppin' Bob-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss

I'm gettin' sick and tired of these phonies' renditions

Wonder why I don't consider them the competition

There's no vision - lil' ambition

How I feel about these niggas, am I worried?

Are ya kiddin'?

[Chorus: Beenie Man]

Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere

Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow

Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again

Dis bad man you get shot, any day

Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak

Any bwoy flip dem ago

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Some niggas wonder what my goal is

They think it's goin' gold, havin' hoes sweatin' me

Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity

Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be

Comparing me to 2Pac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z

Work with legends like, Organized No-I-Z., and J.D

Neptunes, then even flow on one of Dre's beats

Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks

I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees

Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch

And make sure that the club is jumpin' like it's hop-scotch

Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top drop

Ten thousand dollars worth of clothes when I go shop

In the Impala on them vogues so the hoes jock

Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks

In Polo skippers, they undo zippers

And they shows cock, to show shot shit

Bitch, I'm serious

[Chorus: Beenie Man]

Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere

Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow

Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again

Dis bad man you get shot, any day

Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere

Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak

Any bwoy flip dem ago

[Outro: Beenie Man]

Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)

Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)

(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)

An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)

Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)

Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)