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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 the contract
Better 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 the grim reaper
You better ???? from the depths of
a real McCoy
But ain't no this girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka grab your
Before you find yourself cut a blade
As your bloody body on top of cement
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now he's to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is still 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, watcha do?
gonna do, we're comin' after 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 and they after me
'round tellin' these niggas, how they gonna 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 to 3-57 mags
Runnin' on marks 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', give it up, or get to
The penintnetiary scare me
A straight nigga, the whole set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the you gonna find
Rough enough to tear bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
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
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad boys in the
So boys got the biggest nuts
the fuck, I gave 'em the blunts
Havin' a against the whole fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll 'em
sure to hit the ground
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more every
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, bigger for the cops
he gets props
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the biggies' friend
Or a victim of a dead man
sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep
So in peace, muthafucka, join the pow
he got nothin but the style
when on the mic
and packin' the meal like
Savers, sweep up on you at
His on tight, and make you take a bite
all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin' off these for fun
one, and throw away your gun
He's his life like a soldier
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy