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[Dee tha Mad

goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, murder could nothin' the contract
watch your back
Since he's that comeback
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 better from the depths of hell
He's a McCoy
But no stoppin' this girl is bad boy
He no joke
grab your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a
As your bloody body on top of cement
In front of your
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now he's confined to a
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is down at the grind
He's willin' to
That's what he for, to be a bad boy

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha do, watch out, we commin' at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha do, we're comin' after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha do, watch out, we comin' at you

I got bustas on my block and they after me
Runnin' 'round these niggas, how they gonna capture me
gettin' 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
on these marks 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', give it up, or get to
The don't scare me
A thug 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 nigga from the projects, I'm makin' loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when they
They 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 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 rocks for the
he gets props
So you boys, you can't fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' good
Or become a 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 realest
Flavors on the mic
and packin' the meal like
Savers, up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you a bite
all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin' off niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw your gun
He's livin' his life a soldier
That's he lives for, to be a Bad Boy