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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' could nothin' the contract
Better your back
Since he's makin' that
The will stop 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, here's a scene for your
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the reaper
You ???? from the depths of hell
He's a real
But ain't no stoppin' this is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka your throat
Before you find cut with a blade
As your bloody body on top of cement
In front of your
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent in the crossfire
Now confined to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his is still down at the grind
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?
Watcha gonna do, we're comin' you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, out, we comin' at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, out, we comin' at you

I got these bustas on my block and after me
Runnin' tellin' these niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my 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 from 22's to 3-57 mags
Runnin' on marks 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary don't me
A straight thug nigga, the whole take care of me
And tell me, who the you gonna find
enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm sick about mine, and uh, nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass 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 gave 'em the
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 more every
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, bigger rocks for the
Before he props
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the good friend
Or become a victim of a 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
Flavors on the mic
and the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His grip on tight, and make you take a
all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin' off niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away gun
He's livin' his life a soldier
what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy