Lyrics:
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
That's why the nice guys, they will always last
That's why the playboys always finish fast
It's nine o'clock
I get a text saying, "Are you up?"
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
Thrash skrt
Hit a car crash
Niggas wanna fight but nigga Ill bash
Smash
Smash you through glass ay
I don't know how i'm gonna fucking cock that gun
PLOW
Passive, past it, I've been thinking 'bout mad shit
Happened, action, baby, we never lasted
Magic, madness, maybe you was just gassin'
But it was
dabba do now
Yabba dabba, yabba dabba dabba do now
Yabba dabba, yabba dabba dabba do now
I get by on all my prehistoric knowhow
Betty and Barney got
Warriors'! come out and play ay'!
Fools who don't wanna do jack but get high
Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrrap, brrrap, die'!'!
(Back up, back up, listen to the cut)
to book me it's 10
000 plus a rubber band
The real get realer the lame get lamer
Shizz and Meek Milly baby it's
Got to be a Flamer!
Lions and gorillas well
a wand
Go on get it off
That's what they like to hear
It's your money pimp
We don't fight it here
It's hard enough to be me
Not trying to be you is
here, before we pway
We're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear
a wand
Go on get it off
That's what they like to hear
It's your money pimp
We don't fight it here
It's hard enough to be me
Not trying to be you is
glad to give it
But most of the people who love it never really had to live it
Now they mad and live it
I dont want no sad to visit
My music thinkin
the shots
Might catch a stray
They gone put me to bed
Fill me with lead
Now I'm a casualty
Baby don't be mad at me
Baby don't be mad at me
Baby don't be mad
she's riding so high
Ought think twice, ought to do right by me baby
Before she gets to saying goodbye
Ought think twice, she ought to do right by me,
(oh, I graduated)
(Oh yeah I just graduated high school)
(Ha ha)
Hey homie
Don't be mad that your girl loves me (don't cut anything yet)
It's not
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
play, who say I can't ball?
My nigga Mac, dude me and him is in the same hall
So don't get mad if I relax and get my bake on
Just promise that you'll
Yo this rhyme is dedicated to those ladies
How bad things were copyright 1987
Written By Tupac Shakur and Dana M smith
Thank you
Babies having
out
Whoa-oh, no use flippin' out
Ah, look baby, here's a pill for you to chill on
Every time we partyin' you wanna get your grill on
And I
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
Right back to the good old times
I get it now
Don't make a sound
It's been a while
I'm gone by the pound
Mix Listerine
With promethazine
Don't mess with
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
Don't define you by your faults, ain't gon' push your buttons either
Everyday we startin' fresh, this is how it's s'posed to be
Never try to take
wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
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