Spearhead X - Bad Ways lyrics

Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-f**a!! Studd: Is the sh** gon' ever change Cause I be caught up in the middle of it Click my pistol and in his f**in throat I shoved it Give me your money and take that palve' off n***a f** 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 b**h Cause I be watchin, tryin' to get my rob on this sh** See n***as underestimate the city that I claim Where I am n***as sayin what the f** is g**n Hard livin', mothaf**a, represent your turf, your side of town You know thats where the f** I'm found Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin on a tree Gamblin my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee Cause I'm the n***a says crime do pays 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**in 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 n***a named X b**hes with the fat lips and fat a**, I want to s** Check this, nuts to your chin now fin I recommend mothaf**in hoes make your knees bend You can't get with this on any day Best believe Murda One got the mothaf**in bad a** ways Bad a** ways (you know it mothaf**as) Real bad a** ways Real bad a** ways Joe Riz: I'm livin live on hinges, when n***as 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 a** sh** 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** 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 n***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** 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**y 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) Beyotch