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[Dee tha Mad

What on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract
Better watch back
Since he's makin' comeback
The 1-87 will 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, here's a scene for your
So heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the of hell
He's a real
But ain't no stoppin' girl is bad boy
He ain't no
grab your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a
As bloody body lays on top of cement
In of your president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now he's to a jail
Got shot six times, in his
But his mind is still down at the
He's willin' to
what he lives for, to be a bad boy

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

I got bustas on my block and they after me
Runnin' tellin' these niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to my mind up
Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my up?
You see, I ain't a bad boy, a boy who had it bad
I from 22's to 3-57 mags
Runnin' on these 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The don't scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you find
enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm sick mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga the projects, I'm makin' loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when they
made me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how bad boys in the house
So boys got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the fuckin' world
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
They're sure to hit the
Nothin', a cap on no more every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, rocks for the cops
he gets props
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the good friend
Or become a victim of a man
It's sad to see, you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got but the realest style
Flavors on the mic
and packin' the meal like
Savers, sweep up on you at
His on tight, and make you take a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel went down throat
Killin' off niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw your gun
He's his life like a soldier
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy