Bad Boy in the house for the ‘95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house, whats up Michelle Ray, whats up boo?
Verse One: Sick of mama screaming that “Get a job, nigga” Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie Wispered in his ear “This is what we got to do, G” Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby-mama screaming “Your daughter 12 months” Can’t live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills And being broke at thirty give a nigga the chills So what we got to do is creep when we see a sweet vic Did you see that shit <Hell yeah, I seen that shit>
Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 G’s, nigga please, blew his brains out cause witnesses we don’t leave
Chorus: On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
Verse Two: After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib and bought the mafia an arcade mad games, pool tables, and candy a little extra trick'n loot be comin handy check it, got on some '95 shit sold the 5 bought the 6 Del vet copped the lex, we was set Neno had work all in the projects niggas slingin o's he kept the profit no one could stop it we was livin' it up all the sexy young bitches stressin, givin'it up same bitches suckin' dick tryin their best to threw me said the niggas i killed is out to kill me Soon as she smoked 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 Niggas still hitting Feelin hot ones in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac The nigga wit the shottie still busting cussing, maricon's and puta's all i'm tryna do is shoot ya Two shots in the ruga Booh-yeah Blew his ass out Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
Chorus: On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
Bad Boy in the house, for the ‘95 peace Real niggas, aight
Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
Verse Three: The doctor said I need about 3 weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feeding me breakfast and giving me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga, Im getting high getting head on the beach Chillin’ Sitting on about half a million With all my niggas, 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, Fuck them tricks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme raw flows And thats how it goes
Chorus: On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas is the so