Word On Tha Streets

Bad A$$: This life of ours<br>the same thing that got a nigga here get me there<br><br>(evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be)<br>yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there<br>come on, Bad A$$, Kurupt, The Gang<br><br>Verse 1: Bad A$$<br><br>I`m just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing<br>turn zero into somethin`<br>and it`s, one life we live, with this, one shot to give<br>you got chances, we use none risking your life<br>you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives<br>it`s a cold thang, the game, just take folks under<br>it feels better if you say that god just called his number<br>when you do we kept a self situations like that<br>in situations where it`s likely somebody might gat<br>no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car<br>no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far<br><br>Chorus x2: Bad A$$<br><br>Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where<br>we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there<br>(the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don`t, it wasn`t<br>sposed to)<br><br>Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A$$<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat<br>G`d up rides with so much beat<br>G`d up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga<br>Kurupt and nell???<br>I once had a bitch that ate so much dick<br>that she couldn`t do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies<br>as I ease my way right up the streets<br>me, D-a-z, Bad A$$, and Priest<br>we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet<br>where all the OG`s round up the fleet<br>cuz the homies is crazy shit<br>and we all about stackin` up a grip<br>no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho`s<br>and we don`t give a fuck about a bitch<br><br>[Bad A$$]<br>I can`t worry bout a bitch<br>I`m tryin ta get rich by next week<br>and I can get me some pussy when it ain`t nuttin to eat<br>my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars<br>ghetto stars, doin our thing<br>like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang<br>we brang, to the table,what you aint able <br>a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way<br>today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say<br>you say dirt about us when we aint there<br>when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared<br>Tupac is dead, stop questioning life<br>you had to talk to the feds, that`s the test in the life<br>goin where, a long way from here to get there<br>you gotta mash to maintain<br>blast thats the gang thang<br>(the same thing that got a nigga here get me there)<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A$$<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>(I, I, I, I)<br>I heard gangstas don`t ride with disguises<br>but I`m quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on<br>so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that`s all cool<br>but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool<br>dump if you dump<br>nigga pull the pump<br>lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga<br>this aint the Sony, so you can`t play a nigga<br>the homies quick to cock, A-K a nigga<br>with no hesitation<br>penaltants populate the population<br>a nickel plated penitration<br>khakis, t-shirts and stars<br>homies, busta`s, riders and mark`s<br>all y`all niggas here wanna be hard<br>but no nigga with heart when the heater spark<br>just ask the homie Bad A$$<br>he`ll put you d on how it`s sposed to be in the whole family<br>as I ease my way right up the streets<br>me, D-a-z, Bad A$$ and Priest<br>we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet<br>where all the OG`s round up the fleet<br>cuz the homies is crazy as shit<br>and we all about stackin` up a grip<br>no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho`s