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 thin