Ayy
Listen, yo
Ayo Bugz, you really killed it now, you're really flyin'
And I've been doing music too, I'm really out here tryin'
You know I'm still a hustler though, there's Cali on my line
You relate 'cause you've always had that money on your mind
Ayo Bugz, I can't believe you're really at the top
I've seen that you're (?) with Jason Statham and it's nuts
Do you remember being' on the block, punchin' my nut?
Do you remember when we had to carve out knuckles on our gloves?
Ayo Bugz, I know that it's been ten or fifteen years
But remember when he punched your mom up? I was with you first
I remember sittin' watchin' you shed ten or fifteen tears
I said, "We should go kill him, Bugz", but you didn't wanna hear it
Yo, Bugz, I'm sure I gave you your name, remember?
I called you Little Bugz after the one on Cartoon Network
They say I'm schizophrenic 'cause I had a crazy temper
I hope you get this message, Bugz, please return to sender
I can't lie, the inspiration has been hella
That you've inspired me to tell my story, I'm not jealous
I mean, no disrespect, I just think I could tell it better
Like I'm the rainmaker too, I need an umbrella
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, f*ck callin' you Bugz, I call you Aaron
You know you're really lucky, right? Not all of us have talent
Like, why should you get Lamborghini, Bentley and McLaren?
You sold your soul, all you care about's your bank balance
You're a pagan, a pussy and a traitor
You know, they say you've changed the minute that you got your paper
In the hood you know, we punish that type of behaviour
Fight me in the field like a real gladiator
And I know what you're thinkin', you think I'm deluded
I caught you at the garage, and you knew I was fumin'
We had a little fight, I brushed your lip, and you looked wounded
You threw a couple punches, but they missed and didn't do shit
But who's the king now, Little Bugz, you're not respondin'
I see you in the cinema, just tryna do your Bond thing
The fact that you're ignorin' my messages is one thing
I'm sure I heard you dissed me on a track back in '018
I know what you're thinkin', you probably think I'm paranoid
But when your family stabbed you for your Rolex, you get paranoid
You probably think I'm hatin', but it's not that, it's that I'm annoyed
I know you're probably lookin' down your nose at me like I'm a boy
Not seen you for a decade and a half, like I knew you in the start
Like I was with you when you started spittin' on the park
Like, I'm the one that taught you how to spit a sixteen bar
It's me that taught you how to fight, you're just actin' hard, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, I heard your recent track, I have a question
I'm not tryin' to take away from all of your progression
I could be wrong, but it felt like there was an accusation
If you sayin', "I'm a killer", then you're playin' with my patience
Like I'm doing alright, Bugz, I pull mine down
I trim my leaves off and flood my town
Like, I don't even blaze weed even though I'm high now
On one extra, all I ever hear is (white lies?)
I prefer your old stuff, I think your new ones are wack
Do you seriously think that you put Mani on the map?
Come to think about it, I'm the one that taught you how to rap
It's me that taught you everything, I should've been your dad
You're a little bastard, Bugz, I know the police could never catch you
You're celebrated, I'm surprised there hasn't been a statue
But they don't know the real Bugz, 'cause you're just acting brand new
And they don't understand the hustle, they don't know what we had to
You're not really bad, Bugz, your gun didn't have bullets
You didn't shoot nobody, you weren't reppin' to the fullest
And rumor has it before you went jail that you got bullied
Speakin' of rumors, let me squash it
Okay, so for the record, it wasn't me that killed that little rapper
Come on, Bugz, whoever told you that is chattin' maca
And if it was that little lizard-, he's a rat
He robs his own people, anything he says is cap
For the record, when you put it on my toes, I wasn't ready
Even though that Gerald food had you looking kinda heavy
I was never scared, I was really chillin' watchin' telly
I'm ready now, I'll keep shootin' 'til the clip's empty
If I killed him, don't you think I would be caught by now?
Like, don't you think he would be in my thoughts right now?
Yeah, I'm smokin' weed 'cause I'm about to go lie down
And think about the day I get to hold my crown
See, I'm a doer, Bugzy Malone to the so-called
King of the North, 'cause that's my throne
And I don't care you're ten projects in
You know music's my thing, and I'm about to blow
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Yo Bugz
(What's that, bae?)
There some cra-, I get crazy DMs, you know
Yo Bugz
Yeah, I swear down
Yo, reply, G
Haters
Yo Bugz, you little f*ckin' muppet
You're an accused man of killin' man by accident
You get me, if is it was me to kill my man, you f*ckin'-
Yo reply, bro, reply, bro, you little f*ckin' shitbag?
Yeah, that's it, you little punk King of the North
I'll show you who the f*ck the King of the North is
Bugzy Malone - The Riddler Lyrics
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English
Ayy
Listen, yo
Ayo Bugz, you really killed it now, you're really flyin'
And I've been doing music too, I'm really out here tryin'
You know I'm still a hustler though, there's Cali on my line
You relate 'cause you've always had that money on your mind
Ayo Bugz, I can't believe you're really at the top
I've seen that you're (?) with Jason Statham and it's nuts
Do you remember being' on the block, punchin' my nut?
Do you remember when we had to carve out knuckles on our gloves?
Ayo Bugz, I know that it's been ten or fifteen years
But remember when he punched your mom up? I was with you first
I remember sittin' watchin' you shed ten or fifteen tears
I said, "We should go kill him, Bugz", but you didn't wanna hear it
Yo, Bugz, I'm sure I gave you your name, remember?
I called you Little Bugz after the one on Cartoon Network
They say I'm schizophrenic 'cause I had a crazy temper
I hope you get this message, Bugz, please return to sender
I can't lie, the inspiration has been hella
That you've inspired me to tell my story, I'm not jealous
I mean, no disrespect, I just think I could tell it better
Like I'm the rainmaker too, I need an umbrella
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, f*ck callin' you Bugz, I call you Aaron
You know you're really lucky, right? Not all of us have talent
Like, why should you get Lamborghini, Bentley and McLaren?
You sold your soul, all you care about's your bank balance
You're a pagan, a pussy and a traitor
You know, they say you've changed the minute that you got your paper
In the hood you know, we punish that type of behaviour
Fight me in the field like a real gladiator
And I know what you're thinkin', you think I'm deluded
I caught you at the garage, and you knew I was fumin'
We had a little fight, I brushed your lip, and you looked wounded
You threw a couple punches, but they missed and didn't do shit
But who's the king now, Little Bugz, you're not respondin'
I see you in the cinema, just tryna do your Bond thing
The fact that you're ignorin' my messages is one thing
I'm sure I heard you dissed me on a track back in '018
I know what you're thinkin', you probably think I'm paranoid
But when your family stabbed you for your Rolex, you get paranoid
You probably think I'm hatin', but it's not that, it's that I'm annoyed
I know you're probably lookin' down your nose at me like I'm a boy
Not seen you for a decade and a half, like I knew you in the start
Like I was with you when you started spittin' on the park
Like, I'm the one that taught you how to spit a sixteen bar
It's me that taught you how to fight, you're just actin' hard, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, I heard your recent track, I have a question
I'm not tryin' to take away from all of your progression
I could be wrong, but it felt like there was an accusation
If you sayin', "I'm a killer", then you're playin' with my patience
Like I'm doing alright, Bugz, I pull mine down
I trim my leaves off and flood my town
Like, I don't even blaze weed even though I'm high now
On one extra, all I ever hear is (white lies?)
I prefer your old stuff, I think your new ones are wack
Do you seriously think that you put Mani on the map?
Come to think about it, I'm the one that taught you how to rap
It's me that taught you everything, I should've been your dad
You're a little bastard, Bugz, I know the police could never catch you
You're celebrated, I'm surprised there hasn't been a statue
But they don't know the real Bugz, 'cause you're just acting brand new
And they don't understand the hustle, they don't know what we had to
You're not really bad, Bugz, your gun didn't have bullets
You didn't shoot nobody, you weren't reppin' to the fullest
And rumor has it before you went jail that you got bullied
Speakin' of rumors, let me squash it
Okay, so for the record, it wasn't me that killed that little rapper
Come on, Bugz, whoever told you that is chattin' maca
And if it was that little lizard-, he's a rat
He robs his own people, anything he says is cap
For the record, when you put it on my toes, I wasn't ready
Even though that Gerald food had you looking kinda heavy
I was never scared, I was really chillin' watchin' telly
I'm ready now, I'll keep shootin' 'til the clip's empty
If I killed him, don't you think I would be caught by now?
Like, don't you think he would be in my thoughts right now?
Yeah, I'm smokin' weed 'cause I'm about to go lie down
And think about the day I get to hold my crown
See, I'm a doer, Bugzy Malone to the so-called
King of the North, 'cause that's my throne
And I don't care you're ten projects in
You know music's my thing, and I'm about to blow
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Yo Bugz
(What's that, bae?)
There some cra-, I get crazy DMs, you know
Yo Bugz
Yeah, I swear down
Yo, reply, G
Haters
Yo Bugz, you little f*ckin' muppet
You're an accused man of killin' man by accident
You get me, if is it was me to kill my man, you f*ckin'-
Yo reply, bro, reply, bro, you little f*ckin' shitbag?
Yeah, that's it, you little punk King of the North
I'll show you who the f*ck the King of the North is
Listen, yo
Ayo Bugz, you really killed it now, you're really flyin'
And I've been doing music too, I'm really out here tryin'
You know I'm still a hustler though, there's Cali on my line
You relate 'cause you've always had that money on your mind
Ayo Bugz, I can't believe you're really at the top
I've seen that you're (?) with Jason Statham and it's nuts
Do you remember being' on the block, punchin' my nut?
Do you remember when we had to carve out knuckles on our gloves?
Ayo Bugz, I know that it's been ten or fifteen years
But remember when he punched your mom up? I was with you first
I remember sittin' watchin' you shed ten or fifteen tears
I said, "We should go kill him, Bugz", but you didn't wanna hear it
Yo, Bugz, I'm sure I gave you your name, remember?
I called you Little Bugz after the one on Cartoon Network
They say I'm schizophrenic 'cause I had a crazy temper
I hope you get this message, Bugz, please return to sender
I can't lie, the inspiration has been hella
That you've inspired me to tell my story, I'm not jealous
I mean, no disrespect, I just think I could tell it better
Like I'm the rainmaker too, I need an umbrella
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, f*ck callin' you Bugz, I call you Aaron
You know you're really lucky, right? Not all of us have talent
Like, why should you get Lamborghini, Bentley and McLaren?
You sold your soul, all you care about's your bank balance
You're a pagan, a pussy and a traitor
You know, they say you've changed the minute that you got your paper
In the hood you know, we punish that type of behaviour
Fight me in the field like a real gladiator
And I know what you're thinkin', you think I'm deluded
I caught you at the garage, and you knew I was fumin'
We had a little fight, I brushed your lip, and you looked wounded
You threw a couple punches, but they missed and didn't do shit
But who's the king now, Little Bugz, you're not respondin'
I see you in the cinema, just tryna do your Bond thing
The fact that you're ignorin' my messages is one thing
I'm sure I heard you dissed me on a track back in '018
I know what you're thinkin', you probably think I'm paranoid
But when your family stabbed you for your Rolex, you get paranoid
You probably think I'm hatin', but it's not that, it's that I'm annoyed
I know you're probably lookin' down your nose at me like I'm a boy
Not seen you for a decade and a half, like I knew you in the start
Like I was with you when you started spittin' on the park
Like, I'm the one that taught you how to spit a sixteen bar
It's me that taught you how to fight, you're just actin' hard, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Ayo Bugz, I heard your recent track, I have a question
I'm not tryin' to take away from all of your progression
I could be wrong, but it felt like there was an accusation
If you sayin', "I'm a killer", then you're playin' with my patience
Like I'm doing alright, Bugz, I pull mine down
I trim my leaves off and flood my town
Like, I don't even blaze weed even though I'm high now
On one extra, all I ever hear is (white lies?)
I prefer your old stuff, I think your new ones are wack
Do you seriously think that you put Mani on the map?
Come to think about it, I'm the one that taught you how to rap
It's me that taught you everything, I should've been your dad
You're a little bastard, Bugz, I know the police could never catch you
You're celebrated, I'm surprised there hasn't been a statue
But they don't know the real Bugz, 'cause you're just acting brand new
And they don't understand the hustle, they don't know what we had to
You're not really bad, Bugz, your gun didn't have bullets
You didn't shoot nobody, you weren't reppin' to the fullest
And rumor has it before you went jail that you got bullied
Speakin' of rumors, let me squash it
Okay, so for the record, it wasn't me that killed that little rapper
Come on, Bugz, whoever told you that is chattin' maca
And if it was that little lizard-, he's a rat
He robs his own people, anything he says is cap
For the record, when you put it on my toes, I wasn't ready
Even though that Gerald food had you looking kinda heavy
I was never scared, I was really chillin' watchin' telly
I'm ready now, I'll keep shootin' 'til the clip's empty
If I killed him, don't you think I would be caught by now?
Like, don't you think he would be in my thoughts right now?
Yeah, I'm smokin' weed 'cause I'm about to go lie down
And think about the day I get to hold my crown
See, I'm a doer, Bugzy Malone to the so-called
King of the North, 'cause that's my throne
And I don't care you're ten projects in
You know music's my thing, and I'm about to blow
I remember when you used to make sad tunes and you was broken
But you was too emotional, man like me is frozen
Man like me is about to blow the game wide open
I'm a killer like Ben Stiller, that's my slogan, ayy
And I got lots to say, I'll say it how I wanna say it
I can't believe you're actin' like you didn't know my name
If dissin' you has to be the thing that will make me famous
Then so be it, I'll do my bit, but don't call me a hater
Yo Bugz
(What's that, bae?)
There some cra-, I get crazy DMs, you know
Yo Bugz
Yeah, I swear down
Yo, reply, G
Haters
Yo Bugz, you little f*ckin' muppet
You're an accused man of killin' man by accident
You get me, if is it was me to kill my man, you f*ckin'-
Yo reply, bro, reply, bro, you little f*ckin' shitbag?
Yeah, that's it, you little punk King of the North
I'll show you who the f*ck the King of the North is
Writer: Bugzy Malone
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC