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[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but
Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the
Better watch your
Since he's that comeback
The will stop 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, a scene for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the reaper
You better ???? from the depths of
He's a McCoy
But no stoppin' this girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka grab your
Before you find yourself cut with a
As bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his
But his mind is down at the grind
He's to destroy
what he lives for, to be a bad boy

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

I got these 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 should I, '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 these marks 'fore they
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 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, nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when shoot
made me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad in the house
So hurry boys got the nuts
What the fuck, I gave 'em the
Havin' a grudge the whole fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
They're 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
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you can't with em'
You can eat the biggies' friend
Or become a victim of a man
It's sad to see, when you end up six-feet
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got nothin but the realest
when on the mic
and packin' the meal life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His grip on tight, and you take a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel went down your
Killin' off these for fun
Murder one, and away your gun
livin' his life like a soldier
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy