2pac F- Dee Tha Mad Bitch Real Bad Boyz (westside) Lyrics

Real Bad Boyz (westside) Lyrics

[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]