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[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the
Better watch your
Since makin' that comeback
The will stop 'em
The point, will drop ya
Go on, here's a scene for your
So heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the of hell
a real McCoy
But ain't no this girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka your throat
you find yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his
But his mind is still at the grind
He's willin' to
That's he lives for, to be a bad boy

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

I got these on my block and they after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's to make 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 ain't askin', give it up, or get to
The penintnetiary don't me
A thug nigga, the whole set'll take care of me
And me, who the fuck you gonna find
Rough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin'
A nigga from the projects, I'm makin' loot
And screamin' Life, nigga, when they shoot
made me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad in the house
So hurry boys got the nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole world
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
They're to hit the ground
Nothin', a cap on no more every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, bigger rocks for the
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' good
Or become a of a dead man
It's sad to see, when you end up deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got nothin but the realest
when on the mic
and packin' the like life
Savers, up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you take a
That's all she wrote, barrel went down your
Killin' off these for fun
one, and throw away your gun
He's livin' his like a soldier
That's he lives for, to be a Bad Boy