(feat. Tek)



[Inner Circle]

Put yo' hand up on yo' head

Jump up and spread

Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead



Put yo' hand up on yo' head

Jump up and spread

Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead

(dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)



(Bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad)



[Inner Circle]

[1]

Bad boys, bad boys

What'cha gonna do

What'cha gonna do when they come for you?

Bad boys, bad boys

What'cha gonna do

What'cha gonna do when they come for you?



[Tek]

What's the reason for the harass? 

All up in my ass

Be bubblin' in my stomach like gas (damn)

I feel the grass smoke circulatin' through my vains

Thankful, in control of the brain, not goin' insane

Yo, check 'em at a very young age

He gon' make the front page

Too bad they caught you out the blitz with the 12 gauge

They got mommy screamin' all in the rangin', changin'

Re-arrangin' the atmosphere

I guess your moms shoulda made the message much clearer

In your ear

Maybe you learned your lesson, count your blessin's

And the ? is like this

You really know it is gettin' bad 

When they shootin' babies up in shitty diapers

So run, go get your ten, wipe this

We'll make ya welcome test real, out the blue

Tell me what you fo' do, when the bad boys comin' fo' you



[Inner Circle]

Put yo' hand up on yo' head

Jump up and spread

Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead



[Repeat 1]



[Inner Circle]

Nobody now gettin' no break

Boys now give ya no break

Nah, oh, soldier man'll give you no break

Not ? nah, give ya no breaks, hey hey



[Repeat 1]



[Tek]

Uh-oh, yo, I check (see, here they come)

I figure that it's the bad boys playin' the diggy-dum-dum-dum

Yo, what do you want with my life?

Ya see me on the block tryin' to sell my rock

But how do you make a deal with a nigga 

Played until your head tock

(Tek, tell 'em how to head 'em)

Maybe it's time for me to quit (why?)

'Cause I'm tired of all the bullshit

Snakes fickin' all over my grave

It's my age, feel like I'm runnin' with slaves

I'm on the next SOUL train

Soon ?? fool procrastinate and immitate

Whether you're phony or fake, it's just how you hate

How you gonna knock me in the belly of the beast

When I'm already doin' time in the New York streets

So run around, go get your gats

Don't forget your crew

Tell me what'cha gonna do

'Cause the bad boys comin' for you



[Repeat 1 to fade]