2pac - Real Bad Boyz (westside) lyrics

[Dee tha Mad b**h] What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract Better watch your back Since he's makin' that comeback The 1-87 will stop 'em The hollow point, will drop ya Go on, here's 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 He's a real McCoy But ain't no stoppin' this girl is bad boy He ain't no joke Muthaf**a 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 he's confined to a jail Got shot six times, in his spine But his mind is still down at the grind He's willin' to destroy That's 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, we're 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 n***as, how they gonna capture me It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up? You see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad I graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags Runnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin' I ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin' The penintnetiary don't scare me A straight thug n***a, the whole set'll take care of me And tell me, who the f** you gonna find Rough enough to tear these b**h-n***as, this is mine Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high A hustlin'-a** n***a from the projects, I'm makin' loot And screamin' Thug Life, n***a, when they shoot They made me a..... [Chorus] [Dee tha Mad b**h] Now how many bad boys in the house So hurry boys got the biggest nuts What the f**, I gave 'em the blunts Havin' a grudge against the whole f**in' world A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll stop 'em They're 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 can't f** with em' You can eat the biggies' good friend Or become a victim of a dead man It's sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep So rest in peace, muthaf**a, 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 That's all she wrote, barrel went down your throat k**in' off these n***as for fun Murder one, and throw away your gun He's livin' his life like a soldier That's what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy [Chorus]