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[Dee tha Mad

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

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

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

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad in the house
So hurry got the biggest 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', bustin' a cap on no every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, rocks for the cops
Before he gets
So you boys, you can't fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' friend
Or become a of a dead man
It's sad to see, when you end up six-feet
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got but the realest style
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 throat
Killin' off these for fun
Murder one, and away your gun
He's livin' his life like a
That's he lives for, to be a Bad Boy