Bad Ways - Too Short

Studd:

Is the shit gon' ever change

Cause I be caught up in the middle of it

Click my pistol and 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 dwellin' 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 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 fuck is gangbang

Hard livin', mothafucka, represent your turf, your side of town

You know thats where the fuck 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 ass ways (bad ways)

Real bad ass ways (you got bad ways)

Real bad ass ways

Get Glock cause it pays

Murda One:

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 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 ass vibe

We copped another sack so you know my ass high

Funk made by my nigga named X

Bitches 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)

Real bad ass ways

Real bad ass ways

Joe Riz:

I’m livin live on hinges, when niggas in Benzes I’m broke

I’m givin nothin but hell y’all its 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 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 ass ways)

Bad ways (real bad ass ways)

They hate my bad ways (real bad ass 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

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 «Fuck 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 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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