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[Dee tha Mad

What on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the
watch your back
Since he's that comeback
The 1-87 will 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, a scene for your soul
So take when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You ???? from the depths of hell
He's a real
But ain't no stoppin' girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka grab throat
Before you yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of
In front of your
It was a murder for
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 to destroy
That's he lives 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?
Watcha gonna do, we're after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha do, watch 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' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they capture me
It's crazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now I, buck '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 'fore stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary don't me
A straight nigga, the whole set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you find
Rough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when they
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad in the house
So boys got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole 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
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the good friend
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 but the realest style
when on the mic
and the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His on tight, and make you take a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel went down throat
off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and away your gun
He's livin' his like a soldier
what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy