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Bad Ways (Explicit) - Too $hort
Is the sh*t 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 ni**a
F**k tommy 'figga I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin in the eastside 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 b**ch
Cause I be watchin tryin to get my rob on this sh*t
See niggas underestimate the city that I claim
Where I am niggas sayin what the f**k is gangbang
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 ** money hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the ni**a says crime do pay
My people say they love me they just say they hate my bad ways
Real bad a** ways (bad ways)
Real bad a** ways (you got bad ways)
Real bad a** ways
Get glock cause it pays
Murda one:
>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 money fo' sho'
Reclinin in my cadillac puffin newports
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin too $hort
You caught in the middle of a skanless a** vibe
We copped another sack so you know my a** high
Funk made by my ni**a named x
B**ches with the fat lips and fat a** I want to sex
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** ways
Bad a** ways (you know it mothaf**kas)
Real bad a** ways
Real bad a** ways
Joe riz:
I'm livin live on hinges when niggas in benzes 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** sh*t 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 sh*t 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** ways)
Bad ways (real bad a** ways)
They hate my bad ways (real bad a** ways)
Too $hort:
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
Ni**a 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
$hort dog came through with the satisfaction
Now you runnin round like a fatal attraction
Cause I been in the p**sy for the last few days
Don't take it personal it's just my bad a** ways
Bad ways (real bad a** ways)
Bad ways (real bad a** ways)
Bad ways (real bad a** ways)
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