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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 watch back
Since he's that comeback
The 1-87 will 'em
The point, will drop ya
Go on, a scene for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the of hell
He's a real
But no stoppin' this girl is bad boy
He ain't no
Muthafucka grab your
Before you find cut with a blade
As bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an child in the crossfire
Now confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his
But his mind is still at the grind
willin' to destroy
That's 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, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, we're comin' you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, 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
'round tellin' these niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to 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 penintnetiary don't me
A straight thug nigga, the set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm makin'
And Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad 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
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, 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, when you end up six-feet
So in peace, muthafucka, join 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 take a
That's all she wrote, went down your throat
Killin' off niggas 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