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[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? but payback
Who's next, the clip, murder could nothin' the contract
watch your back
Since makin' that comeback
The will stop 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, here's a for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim
You better ???? from the depths of
He's a McCoy
But ain't no stoppin' this is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a
As your body lays on top of cement
In of your president
It was a for hire
Hit an child in the crossfire
Now he's to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
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, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you

I got these bustas on my block and after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' niggas, how they gonna 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 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 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 hustlin'-ass from the projects, I'm makin' loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when they
They 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 grudge against the fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
sure to hit the ground
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, bigger for the cops
Before he gets
So you boys, you can't fuck with em'
You can eat the good friend
Or become a of a dead man
It's sad to see, you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got nothin but the realest
when on the mic
and the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His grip on tight, and make you take a
That's all she wrote, barrel down your throat
off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw your gun
He's livin' his life a soldier
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy