It's goin' down like this ma-fucka
Is the shit gone ever change'
Cause I be caught up in the middle of it
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin' throat
I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga
Fuck Tommy '
Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin' in the east side of
San Pedro
ParkI 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 claimWhere
I am niggas sayin', “
What the fuck is gang bang?”
Hard livin' mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town
You know that's where the fuck
I'm foundKnees 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 ass ways(Bad ways)
Real bad ass ways(You got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get glock 'cause it pays
From city to city, state to state
I'm checkin' my game with my muthafuckin' 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 portsEighteen on bump straight up bumpin'
Too ShortYou caught in the middle of a skanless ass vibe
We copped another sack so you know my ass high

XBitches with the fat lips and fat ass,
I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin
I recommend mothafuckin' hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day
Best believe
Murda One got the mothafuckin' bad ass ways
Bad ass ways(You know it mothafuckas)(Bad ass ways)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass 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' ass 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 protestYour 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 ass ways)
Bad ways(Real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways(Real bad ass 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 herShe 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, "Fuck him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the
BenzLeft 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 pussy for the last few days
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass ways
Bad ways(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways(Real bad ass ways)
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