[Featuring Dee Tha Mad Bitch] [Dee tha Mad Bitch] What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin but payback Whos next, the clip, callin murder could nothin the contract Better watch your back Since hes makin that comeback The 1-87 will stop em The hollow point, will drop ya Go on, heres 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 Hes a real McCoy But aint no stoppin this girl is bad boy He aint 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 hes confined to a jail Got shot six times, in his spine But his mind is still down at the grind Hes willin to destroy Thats what he lives for, to be a bad boy Chorus: Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin at you. Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, were comin after you Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you [2PAC] I got these bustas on my block and they after me Runnin round tellin these niggas, how they gonna capture me Its gettin crazy, its hard to make my mind up Now should I, buck em down, or put my nine up? You see, I aint a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad I graduated from 22s to 3-57 mags Runnin on these marks fore they stashin I aint askin, give it up, or get to blastin The penintnetiary dont scare me A straight thug nigga, the whole setll 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 Im sick about mine, and uh, aint nothin wrong with gettin high A hustlin-ass nigga from the projects, Im makin loot And screamin 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 em the blunts Havin a grudge against the whole fuckin world A 16 shot-block-glock, thatll stop em Theyre sure to hit the ground Nothin, bustin 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 cant fuck with em You can eat the biggies good friend Or become a victim of a dead man Its 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 packin the meal like life Savers, sweep up on you at night His grip on tight, and make you take a bite Thats all she wrote, barrel went down your throat Killin off these niggas for fun Murder one, and throw away your gun Hes livin his life like a soldier Thats what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy [Chorus]