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2Pac F/ Dee Tha Mad Bitch
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Real Bad Boyz (Westside)
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothinâ but payback
Whoâs next, the clip, callinâ murder could nothinâ the contract
Better watch your back
Since heâs makinâ that comeback
The 1-87 will stop âem
The hollow point, will drop ya
Go on, hereâs a scene for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better? from the depths of hell
Heâs a real McCoy
But ainât no stoppinâ this girl is bad boy
He ainât no joke
Muthafucka grab your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of your president
It was a murder for hire
Hit an innocent child in the crossfire
Now heâs confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the grind
Heâs willinâ to destroy
Thatâs what he lives for, to be a bad boy
Chorus:
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comminâ at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, weâre cominâ after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we cominâ at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we cominâ at you
[2PAC]
I got these bustas on my block and they after me
Runninâ âround tellinâ these niggas, how they gonna capture me
Itâs gettinâ crazy, itâs hard to make my mind up
Now should I, buck âem down, or put my nine up?
You see, I ainât a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22âs to 3-57 mags
Runninâ on these marks âfore they stashinâ
I ainât askinâ, give it up, or get to blastinâ
The penintnetiary donât scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole setâll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind
Iâm sick about mine, and uh, ainât nothinâ wrong with gettinâ high
A hustlinâ-ass nigga from the projects, Iâm makinâ loot
And screaminâ Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot
They made me a...
[Chorus]
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
Now how many bad boys in the house
So hurry boys got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I gave âem the blunts
Havinâ a grudge against the whole fuckinâ world
A 16 shot-block-glock, thatâll stop âem
Theyâre sure to hit the ground
Nothinâ, bustinâ a cap on no more every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the block
He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops
Before he gets props
So you petty boys, you canât fuck with emâ
You can eat the biggiesâ good friend
Or become a victim of a dead man
Itâs sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, join the pow
he got nothin but the realest style
Flavors when on the mic
and packinâ the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you take a bite
Thatâs all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killinâ off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away your gun
Heâs livinâ his life like a soldier
Thatâs what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy
[Chorus]
- Album:
- Euro House, Volume 1
- DJ Club Mix: Special Party Edition
- History of Dance 10: The Eurodance Edition
- 538 Dance Smash Hits, Volume 3
- Turn Up the Bass Megamix 1995
- Bikini Beach Party
- Radio 538 Greatest Hits: 5th Anniversary
- Now Dance Hits 95, Volume 1
- Mega Body Beats, Volume 2
- Mega Dance Top 100, Volume 1
- Megadance Mix 1995 Vol.1
- Somebody Real