Bad boy in the house for the '95 
Big shout out to my man mel smith  my man don cee san in the house  
Whats up michelle ray  whats up boo? 
Verse one: 
Sick of mama screaming that 'get a job  nigga' 
Pressed to the limit  got to rob me a nigga 
Simple and plain  my man scooped me in a hooptie 
Wispered in his ear 'this is what we got to do  g' 
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good 
So i can cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood 
Cause baby-mama screaming 'your daughter 12 months' 
Canand't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts 
Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills 
And being broke is dirty if your looking to chill 
So what we got to do is ???? 
??????????????????? 
Did you see that shit 
andlt;hell yeah, i seen that shitandgt; 
Columbian dominican, yeah whateva 
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather 
Two keys, 
20 gand's, 
Nigga please, 
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we donand't leave 
Chorus: 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Cause real niggas do real things 
Hanging wit the niggas is the song i sing 
Real niggas do real things 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things 
Hanging wit the niggas is the song i sing 
Real niggas do real things 
Verse two: 
Soon as she smoked on that note 
I saw trenchcoat 
One had a mac spittin, 
All i saw was gun smoke 
The other had a shottie, 
I was shootin everybody 
And i wasnand't missing 
Had to get out this position 
Niggas still hitting 
Feel a hot was in my back 
Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac 
The nigga wit the shottie still busting 
Cussing 
??? im goin ????? 
All im tryina do is shoot ya 
Two shots in the ruger 
Booh-yeah 
Blew his ass out 
Then i passed out (passed out, passed out) 
Chorus: 
On the road to the riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things 
Hanging wit the niggas is the song i sing 
Real niggas do real things 
On the road to the riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things 
Hanging wit the niggas is the song i sing 
Real niggas do real things 
Bad boy in the house, for the '95 peace 
Real niggas, aight 
Biggie talks to someone about liland'cease 
Verse three: 
The doctor said i need about 3 week of recovery 
But the nurses discover me 
Saying the best part of the day is my half 
Feeding me breakfast and giving me a scrunge baths 
Niggas say i died dead in the streets 
Nigga, im getting high getting head on the beach 
Chillinand' 
Sitting on about half a million 
With all my niggas, 
All my guns, 
All my women 
Next two years, i could see about a million 
All for the ????, fuck the dealings 
Got no love for the other side, 
Fuck them chicks 
Any repurcussion, 
Junior m.a.f.i.a. spit clips 
All the time 
Big poppa kick the raw rhyme 
More flows 
And thats how it goes 
Chorus: 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things 
Hanging wit the niggas is the song i sing 
Real niggas do real things 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things