Catch a Bad One

AK 47, Mossberg - buck buck from the Glock! Any motherfucker that step up fuck around and catch a bad one; Bo$$ is in the house! Slaughterhouse, do this shit! Prepare your motherfuckin selves, cause the shit is comin! It's a motherfuckin, STORM! So Bo$$, and Dee, fuck that shit! [Dee] I got you motherfuckers scared, in the midst of a dead heat Back the fuck up, or get played like Monopoly Bo$$ was the shit from the getty-up, yeah huh The Dee was the shit, the minute my father straight bust his nut He created a mad bitch, and now it's for the nigga to pitch a bitch Cause I was known to be that misfit Or the black sheep, of the family Sent to reform school, since my parents couldn't handle me I did nothin but.. dirt While all of my homies played worse I was hittin niggas, where it hurts In the back of they dome, I had a nickel-plated chrome aimin I didn't have no home trainin But back to the drawing board Back in ninety-three, when I was released out the mental ward For playin games with helter skelter That's how his ass got, done - he caught a bad one [Chorus] [Bo$$] The only shit I ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves I needed loot so I said fuck it, and started pullin gank moves I ain't the type you wanna trust or turn your back towards So never slip you stupid bitch (or I'm gettin yours) Schemin with my chrome, boy The Bo$$ got an AK, aimin like a temp at your dome boy So fuck a homeboy, we was never down fool {We blazed blunts!} But that don't mean we fuckin cool See I was taught at an early age it pays to get a gauge In the streets, they try to play a nigga weak I'm buckin 'em down with two shots And fuck your road dawgs, got enough bullets for the whole block And now the city bitch is pretty pissed, rollin in my Lincoln Leavin blood scattered when I'm creepin (when I'm creepin) Now everybody's scared - I fill 'em full of lead Bullet wounds to head once I buck 'em dead [Chorus] [Dee] Two to the head, that's exactly what you get Whenever you fuckin with a lunatic I'm out to be gettin deep down in your shit See my sisters are easily tempered Therefore I don't be givin a fuck Anything that moves I'm buckin 'em down [Bo$$] You better duck duck down from the bullet Real G's fingers on the trigger, and still afraid to pull it Look around, bitches 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 niggas be actin scurry [Bo$$] In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk shit Bitches up to no good, niggas better duck quick Run up if they come, gettin paid by the gun You slept around, you fucked around - you caught a bad one [Chorus]