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bad azz - money, houses and cars lyrics

(feat. kurupt)

[bad a$$:] this life of ours
the same thing that got a n-gg- here get me there

(evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be)
yeah yeah, the same thing that got a n-gg- here get me there
come on, bad a$$, kurupt, the gang

[verse 1: bad a$$]

i’m just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing
turn zero into somethin’
and it’s, one life we live, with this, one shot to give
you got chances, we use none risking your life
you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives
it’s a cold thang, the game, just take folks under
it feels better if you say that god just called his number
when you do we kept a self situations like that
in situations where it’s likely somebody might gat
no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car
no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far

[chorus x2: bad a$$]

money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where
we came a long way, but still we got so far to go to get there
(the same thing that got a n-gg- here get me there, and if it don’t, it wasn’t
sposed to)

[verse 2: kurupt, bad a$$]

[kurupt]
i got gangsta -ss n-gg-s with so much heat
g’d up rides with so much beat
g’d up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta -ss goodfella n-gg-
kurupt and nell?
i once had a b-tch that ate so much d-ck
that she couldn’t do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies
as i ease my way right up the streets
me, d-a-z, bad a$$, and priest
we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
where all the og’s round up the fleet
cuz the homies is crazy sh-t
and we all about stackin’ up a grip
no funny -ss n-gg-s, no scandliss -ss ho’s
and we don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch

[bad a$$]
i can’t worry bout a b-tch
i’m tryin ta get rich by next week
and i can get me some p-ssy when it ain’t nuttin to eat
my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars
ghetto stars, doin our thing
like bust a b-tch, bust a b-tch, and get rich with my gang
we brang, to the table, what you aint able
a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way
today tuesday, i got a date on thursday, and f-ck what you say
you say dirt about us when we aint there
when we come around, you f-ckin clown, you act scared
tupac is dead, stop questioning life
you had to talk to the feds, that’s the test in the life
goin where, a long way from here to get there
you gotta mash to maintain
blast thats the gang thang
(the same thing that got a n-gg- here get me there)

[chorus x2]

[verse 3: kurupt, bad a$$]

[kurupt]
(i, i, i, i)
i heard gangstas don’t ride with disguises
but i’m quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on
so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that’s all cool
but me and the homies bout to act the f-ckin fool
dump if you dump
n-gg- pull the pump
lay a n-gg- (lay a n-gg-), for the homies spray a n-gg-
this aint the sony, so you can’t play a n-gg-
the homies quick to c-ck, a-k a n-gg-
with no hesitation
penaltants populate the population
a nickel plated penitration
khakis, t-shirts and stars
homies, busta’s, riders and mark’s
all y’all n-gg-s here wanna be hard
but no n-gg- with heart when the heater spark
just ask the homie bad a$$
he’ll put you d on how it’s sposed to be in the whole family
as i ease my way right up the streets
me, d-a-z, bad a$$ and priest
we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
where all the og’s round up the fleet
cuz the homies is crazy as sh-t
and we all about stackin’ up a grip
no funny -ss n-gg-s, no scandliss -ss ho’s
and we don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch, (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)

[bad a$$]
yeah, 1-9-9-9, the gang, all in your face at close range
mr. bad a$$, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don’t quit, we keep it crackin like this
ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don’t quit

it aint over till i’m done
aint nowhere to hide, so why run
i don’t battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns
you can hate me, cuz i got skills and live real
and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills
i should kill, i would come and kill your -ss
but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path
i’ll let you kill yourself, while i chill with wealth
and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks
i gotta eat, f-ck f-ckin with you and being broke on the streets
duck duckin with you and gettin’ smoked, that’s a no-no
what you think it’s fifty five or 4-4
money, houses, and cars, n-gg- i gotta go

yeah yeah yeah yeah
it don’t quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha
yeah yeah yeah yeah it don’t quit
n-gg- you can suck a fat d-ck
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this (this, this, this, this)

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