BO - Catch a Bad One Lyrics

AK 47, Mossberg - buck buck from the glock!

Any motherf*cker that step up f*ck around and catch a bad one;

Bo$$ is in the house!Slaughterhouse, do this shit!

Prepare your motherf*ckin selves, cause the shit is comin!

It's a motherf*ckin, STORM!So Bo$$, and Dee, f*ck that shit!



[Dee]

I got you motherf*ckers scared, in the midst of a dead heat

Back the f*ck 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 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 ass got, done - he caught a bad one



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[Bo$$]

The only shit I ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves

I needed loot so I said f*ck 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 f*ck a homeboy, we was never down fool

{We blazed blunts! But that don't mean we f*ckin 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*ck 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



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[Dee]

Two to the head, that's exactly what you get

whenever you f*ckin 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*ck

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 niggaz be actin scurry



[Bo$$]

In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk shit

Bitches up to no good, niggaz better duck quick

Run up if they come, gettin paid by the gun

You slept around, you f*cked around - you caught a bad one



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