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[Dee tha Mad

goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the
Better your back
Since he's that comeback
The will stop 'em
The hollow point, drop ya
Go on, here's a scene for soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim
You better ???? from the depths of
He's a real
But ain't no stoppin' girl is bad boy
He ain't no
grab your throat
Before you find cut with a blade
As your bloody body on top of cement
In front of president
It was a murder for
Hit an innocent in the crossfire
Now he's 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, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, we're after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna 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 block and they me
Runnin' 'round these niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to 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 22's to 3-57
Runnin' on these 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary scare me
A straight thug nigga, the set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gonna
Rough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
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 many bad boys in the
So hurry boys got the 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 round
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, bigger rocks for the
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' friend
Or a victim of a dead man
It's sad to see, when you end up six-feet
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got nothin but the style
Flavors on the mic
and the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His grip on tight, and make you a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel down your throat
Killin' off these for fun
one, and throw away your gun
He's livin' his like a soldier
That's he lives for, to be a Bad Boy