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[Dee tha Mad

What on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract
Better watch back
Since he's that comeback
The 1-87 will 'em
The hollow point, drop ya
Go on, here's a scene for soul
So take heed you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the of hell
He's a real
But ain't no stoppin' girl is bad boy
He ain't no
Muthafucka grab your
Before you find cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of
In of your president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now he's to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the
willin' to destroy
That's he lives for, to be a bad boy

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, out, we commin' at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
gonna do, we're comin' after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, out, we comin' at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you

I got these bustas on my and they after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to my mind up
Now should I, 'em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22's to 3-57
Runnin' on these marks they stashin'
I askin', give it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary don't me
A straight thug nigga, the set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, they shoot
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how bad boys in the house
So hurry boys got the nuts
the fuck, I gave 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll 'em
They're to hit the ground
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more round
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, rocks for the cops
he gets props
So you boys, you can't fuck with em'
You can eat the good friend
Or become a of a dead man
It's sad to see, you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got nothin but the style
when on the mic
and packin' the like life
Savers, up on you at night
His grip on tight, and you take a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel went your throat
off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw your gun
He's livin' his life a soldier
what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy