[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