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letra de catch a bad one - bo$

ak 47, mossberg – buck buck from the glock!
any motherf-cker that step up f-ck around and catch a bad one;
bo$$ is in the house! slaughterhouse, do this sh-t!
prepare your motherf-ckin selves, cause the sh-t is comin!
it’s a motherf-ckin, storm! so bo$$, and dee, f-ck that sh-t!

[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 sh-t from the getty-up, yeah huh
the dee was the sh-t, the minute my father straight bust his nut
he created a mad b-tch, and now it’s for the n-gga to pitch a b-tch
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-ggas, 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 -ss got, done – he caught a bad one

[chorus]

[bo$$]
the only sh-t i ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves
i needed loot so i said f-ck it, and started pullin gank moves
i ain’t the type you wanna trust or turn your back towards
so never slip you stupid b-tch (or i’m gettin yours)
schemin with my chrome, boy
the bo$$ 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 n-gga 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 b-tch is pretty p-ssed, 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-ckin with a lunatic
i’m out to be gettin deep down in your sh-t
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, b-tches 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-ggas be actin scurry

[bo$$]
in my hood, wish you would, pull some punk sh-t
b-tches up to no good, n-ggas 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

[chorus]

- bo

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