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  • Bad ASS: This life of ours

    the same thing that got a nigga here get me there

    (evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be)

    yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there

    come on, Bad ASS, Kurupt, The Gang

    Verse 1: Bad ASS

    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 ASS

    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 nigga here get me there, and if it don't, it wasn't

    sposed to)

    Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad ASS

    [Kurupt]

    I got gangsta xxx niggas with so much heat

    G'd up rides with so much beat

    G'd up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta xxx goodfella nigga

    Kurupt and nell???

    I once had a xxxxx that ate so much dick

    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 ASS, 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 shit

    and we all about stackin' up a grip

    no funny xxx niggas, no scandliss xxx ho's

    and we don't give a xxxx about a bitch

    [Bad ASS]

    I can't worry bout a bitch

    I'm tryin ta get rich by next week

    and I can get me some xxxxx 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 bitch, bust a bitch, 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 xxxx what you say

    you say dirt about us when we aint there

    when we come around, you xxxxxx 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 nigga here get me there)

    Chorus x2

    Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad ASS

    [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 xxxxxx fool

    dump if you dump

    nigga pull the pump

    lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga

    this aint the Sony, so you can't play a nigga

    the homies quick to cock, A-K a nigga

    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 niggas here wanna be hard

    but no nigga with heart when the heater spark

    just ask the homie Bad ASS

    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 ASS 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 shit

    and we all about stackin' up a grip

    no funny xxx niggas, no scandliss xxx ho's

    and we don't give a xxxx about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch)

    [Bad ASS]

    yeah, 1-9-9-9, the Gang, all in your face at close range

    Mr. Bad ASS, 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 ass

    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, xxxx xxxxxx 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, nigga 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

    nigga you can xxxx a fat dick

    yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

    we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this (this, this, this, this)

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