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[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but
next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract
Better your back
he's makin' that comeback
The 1-87 stop 'em
The hollow point, drop ya
Go on, here's a for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim
You ???? from the depths of hell
He's a McCoy
But ain't no this girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka grab your
you find yourself cut with a blade
As bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of president
It was a murder for
Hit an child in the crossfire
Now he's confined to a
Got shot six times, in his
But his is still down at the grind
willin' to destroy
That's what he for, to be a bad boy

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, out, we commin' at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
gonna do, we're comin' after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna 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, hard 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 mags
Runnin' on these marks they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole set'll care of me
And me, who the fuck you gonna find
Rough enough to tear bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot
made me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad in the house
So hurry boys got the biggest
the fuck, I gave 'em the blunts
Havin' a against the whole fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll 'em
They're sure to hit the
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no every round
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, bigger rocks for the
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the good friend
Or a victim of a dead man
It's sad to see, when you end up deep
So in peace, muthafucka, join 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
off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away gun
He's livin' his life like a
That's he lives for, to be a Bad Boy