Boss - Catch A Bad One lyrics

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