Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A-yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith To my man Don Cee Shan in the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh) Whispered 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 (uh-huh) 'Cause baby-mama screamin', "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts (ugh) Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please! Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses, we don't leave On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with 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 with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things, ugh! And the saga continues, uh
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