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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' murder could nothin' the
Better watch your
Since he's makin' comeback
The 1-87 stop 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, here's a scene for your
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, comes the grim reaper
You better 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 yourself cut a blade
As your body lays on top of cement
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent in the crossfire
Now confined to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is down at the grind
He's willin' to
what 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 gonna do, out, we comin' at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna 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 gettin' crazy, it's to make my mind up
Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my up?
You see, I a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22's to mags
Runnin' on these 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gonna
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
I'm about mine, and uh, ain't 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 bad boys in the house
So hurry got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole fuckin'
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
sure to hit the ground
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 fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' 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 packin' the meal like
Savers, sweep up on you at
His grip on tight, and make you a bite
all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin' off these for fun
Murder one, and throw your gun
He's livin' his life like a
what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy