Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
[Verse One]
Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, n***a"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a n***a
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a n***a and bang a n***a good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the f** out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the n***as don't pay the bills
And being broke at 30 give a n***a the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that sh**? (Hell yeah, I seen that sh**)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, n***a please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave
[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real n***as do real things
Hanging with the b**hes is the song I sing
Real n***as do real things (x2)
[Verse Two]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
Check it, got on some '95 sh**, sold the 5 bought the 6
Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
Nino had work all in the projects
n***as slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin it up
All the s**y young b**hes ain't stressin givin it up
Same b**hes s**in' dick tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the n***as I k**ed is out to k** me
Soon as she spoke, on that note I saw trenchcoats
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke
The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missing, had to get out this position
n***as still hitting, feel the hot ones in my back
Licked six shots, smoked the n***a wit the mac
The n***a wit the shottie still busting, cussing
Maricons and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
Booh-yeah, blew his a** out
Then I pa**ed out (pa**ed out, pa**ed out)
[Hook]
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace
Real n***as, aight
[Interlude]
Yo check it
Call Lil Cease, tell that motherf**er to bring me some motherf**ing weed to this hospital
f** that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from (?) and take about twenty g's from Nino
Tell that motherf**er to get this n***a next door up out of here, that n***a be snoring all night I can't sleep
And call that big bu*t nurse with the long hair to come s** my dick
[Verse Three]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath
n***as say I died dead in the streets
n***a, I'm getting high getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my n***as, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, f** them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real n***as do real things
Hanging wit the n***as is the song I sing
Real n***as do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real n***as do real things