Bad Ways

It's goin' down like this ma-****e

Is the shit gone ever change'

Cause I be caught up in the middle of it

Click my pistol, and then in his ****in' throa

I shoved it

Too $hort - Bad Ways - Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) - Give me your money, and take that palve' off bitch

**** 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 pussy

Cause I be watchin', tryin' to get my rob on this shit

See niggas underestimate the city tha

I claimWhere

I am niggas sayin',

What the **** is gang bang?

Hard livin' mother****er represent your turf, your side of tow

Too $hort - Bad Ways - Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) - You know that's where the shit

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 pay

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 motha****in' trusted 3

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

X-bitches with the fat lips and fat ass

Too $hort - Bad Ways - Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) - I want to ****

Check this, niggas to your chin now fi

I recommend mother****ing hoes make your knees ben

You can't get with this on any day

Best believe

Murda One got the mother****ing bad ass way

Bad ass ways(You know it mother****as)(Bad ass ways

Real bad ass ways

Real bad ass ways

I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas i

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

Bitch I be stickin' i

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, "**** 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 day

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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