Bad Ways
It's goin' down like this ma-f**ka Is the shit gone ever change 'Cause I be caught up in the middle of it Click my pistol, and then in his f**kin' throat I shoved it Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga f**k Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro Park I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself 'cause I'm a grown man A bad man, survival is whatever you can You think you know it, flossin' but I know you's a bitch 'Cause I be watchin', tryin' to get my rob on this shit See niggas underestimate the city that I claim Where I am niggas sayin', 'What the f**k is gang bang?' Hard livin' mothaf**ka represent your turf, your side of town You know that's where the f**k I'm found Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin' on a tree Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee 'Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pays My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways Real bad a*s ways (Bad ways) Real bad a*s ways (You got bad ways) Real bad a*s ways Get glock 'cause it pays From city to city, state to state I'm checkin' my game with my muthaf**kin' trusted 38 But wait bubonic at an all time low Gotta hit the ATM to get some money fo' sho' Reclinin' in my Cadillac, puffin' New ports Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin' Too Short You caught in the middle of a skanless a*s vibe We copped another sack so you know my a*s high Funk made by my nigga named X Bitches with the fat lips and fat a*s, I want to s*x Check this, nuts to your chin now fin I recommend mothaf**kin' hoes make your knees bend You can't get with this on any day Best believe Murda One got the mothaf**kin' bad a*s ways Bad a*s ways (You know it mothaf**kas) (Bad a*s ways) Real bad a*s ways Real bad a*s ways I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm broke I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime Of hurtin' a*s shit that I faced the last time My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up You hit up, blessed by the way I protest Your world, gettin' it all of my chest Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me Drama from my momma, disowned by my daddy What should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos If anybody know about the trouble I bet Joe knows And raw livin' it remind me Of the shit that I wanna put behind me I'm stayin' high for days 'cause what I'm doin' it pays They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways Bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) Bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) They hate my bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) I've been a player for years, this ain't no rappers dream You leavin' messages, on her answering machine I'm in the bed, listenin', laughin', ticklin', giglin', kickin' it Nigga I be stickin' it You was hugged up with her when I met her She gave me that look like please make it better I told her with my eyes, meet me over there Instantly, she was the victim of a player I be spittin' this game like Iceberg Slim What about your man, she said, "f**k him" Let's roll, so we jumped in the Benz Left you at the bar, talkin' to your friends Short Dog came through with the satisfaction Now you runnin' round like a fatal attraction 'Cause I been in the pus*y for the last few days Don't take it personal, it's just my bad a*s ways Bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) Bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) Bad ways (Real bad a*s ways) Beyotch