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 swinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills And being broke is dirty if your looking to chill So what we got to do is ???? ??????????????????? Did you see 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 Cause real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas 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 niggas is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
Verse Two: Soon as she smoked on that note I saw trenchcoat 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 Feel a hot was in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac The nigga wit the shottie still busting cussing ??? Im goin ????? All im tryina do is shoot ya Two shots in the ruger 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
Biggie talks to someone about Lil’Cease
Verse Three: The doctor said I need about 3 week of recovery But the nurses discover me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feeding me breakfast and giving me a scrunge baths 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 could see about a million All for the ????, Fuck the dealings Got no love for the other side, Fuck them chicks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme More 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 song I sing Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things
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Copy to Clipboard: 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 swinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills And being broke is dirty if your looking to chill So what we got to do is ???? ??????????????????? Did you see 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 Cause real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas 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 niggas is the song I sing Real niggas do real things
Verse Two: Soon as she smoked on that note I saw trenchcoat 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 Feel a hot was in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac The nigga wit the shottie still busting cussing ??? Im goin ????? All im tryina do is shoot ya Two shots in the ruger 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
Biggie talks to someone about Lil’Cease
Verse Three: The doctor said I need about 3 week of recovery But the nurses discover me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feeding me breakfast and giving me a scrunge baths 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 could see about a million All for the ????, Fuck the dealings Got no love for the other side, Fuck them chicks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme More 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 song I sing Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things
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