Bo$$ Catch A Bad One Lyrics

Catch A Bad One Lyrics

AK 47, Mossberg - buck buck from the glock!
Any motherf**ker that step up f**k around and catch a bad one;
Bo$$ is in the house!  Slaughterhouse, do this shit!
Prepare your motherf**kin selves, cause the sh*t is comin!
It's a motherf**kin, STORM!  So Bo$$, and Dee, f**k that shit!

[Dee]
I got you motherf**kers scared, in the midst of a dead heat
Back the f**k up, or get played like Monopoly
Bo$$ was the sh*t from the getty-up, yeah huh
The Dee was the shit, the minute my father straight bust his nut
He created a mad bit*h, and now it's for the nigga to pitch a bit*h
cause I was known to be that misfit
Or the black sheep, of the family
Sent to reform school, since my parents couldn't handle me
I did nothin but.. dirt
While all of my homies played worse
I was hittin niggaz, where it hurts
In the back of they dome, I had a nickel-plated chrome aimin
I didn't have no home trainin
But back to the drawing board
Back in ninety-three, when I was released out the mental ward
for playin games with helter skelter
That's how his as* got, done - he caught a bad one

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[Bo$$]
The only sh*t I ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves
I needed loot so I said f**k it, and started pullin gank moves
I ain't the type you wanna trust or turn your back towards
So never slip you stupid bit*h (or I'm gettin yours)
Schemin with my chrome, boy
The Bo$$ got an AK, aimin like a temp at your dome boy
So f**k a homeboy, we was never down fool
 
{We blazed blunts!} But that don't mean we f**kin cool
See I was taught at an early age it pays to get a gauge
In the streets, they try to play a nigga weak
I'm buckin 'em down with two shots
And f**k your road dawgs, got enough bullets for the whole block
And now the city bit*h is pretty pissed, rollin in my Lincoln
Leavin blood scattered when I'm creepin (when I'm creepin)
Now everybody's scared - I fill 'em full of lead
Bullet wounds to head once I buck 'em dead

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[Dee]
Two to the head, that's exactly what you get
whenever you f**kin with a lunatic
I'm out to be gettin deep down in your shit
See my sisters are easily tempered
Therefore I don't be givin a f**k
Anything that moves I'm buckin 'em down

[Bo$$]
You better duck duck down from the bullet
Real G's fingers on the trigger, and still afraid to pull it
Look around, bit*hes on a underground level
Listen to my cut as the buckshot settle

[Dee]
And the blow to the dome buck buck was the sound of my nine
ringin out, then I draw them in the slaughterhouse
to get slaughtered, blow 'em out the water
Real quick in a hurry, cause niggaz be actin scurry

[Bo$$]
In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk shit
Bit*hes up to no good, niggaz better duck quick
Run up if they come, gettin paid by the gun
You slept around, you f**ked around - you caught a bad one

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