Is the shit gone ever change, 'cuz 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 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 'cuz 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
'Cuz 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 gang bang

Hard livin' mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town
You know that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin' on a tree
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
'Cuz 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
Bad ways, real bad ass ways
Get glock 'cuz 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
I'm about to hit the ATM to get money fo' sho'

Reclinin' in my Cadillac, puffin' Newports
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin' Too Short
You caught in the midst of a skanless ass vibe
We copped another sack so you know my ass high

Funk made by my nigga X
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex, yes
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 ways, real bad ass ways
Bad ways, real bad ass ways
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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 gettin' high for days 'cuz 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 your bad ways, real bad ass ways

I've been a player for years, this ain't no rappers dream
You leavin' messages, on her answerin' 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

Short Dog came through with the satisfaction
Now you runnin' round like a fatal attraction
'Cuz 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
Bad ways