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Artist: 2Pac and Dee Tha Mad Bitch
Album:  Assasin Hitworks, Volume 1
Song:   Real Bad Boyz (Westside)
Typed by: OHHLA.com

[Dee tha Mad Bitch]

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothiní but payback
Whoís next, the clip, calliní murder could nothiní the contract
Better watch your back
Since heís makiní that comeback
The 1-87 will stop Ďem
The hollow point, will drop ya
Go on, hereís 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
Heís a real McCoy
But ainít no stoppiní this girl is bad boy
He ainít 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 heís confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the grind
Heís williní to destroy
Thatís what he lives for, to be a bad boy

Chorus:

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comminí at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, weíre cominí after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we cominí at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we cominí at you

[2PAC]

I got these bustas on my block and they after me
Runniní Ďround telliní these niggas, how they gonna capture me
Itís gettiní crazy, itís hard to make my mind up
Now should I, buck Ďem down, or put my nine up?
You see, I ainít a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22ís to 3-57 mags
Runniní on these marks Ďfore they stashiní
I ainít askiní, give it up, or get to blastiní
The penintnetiary donít scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole setíll 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
Iím sick about mine, and uh, ainít nothiní wrong with gettiní high
A hustliní-ass nigga from the projects, Iím makiní loot
And screaminí 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 Ďem the blunts
Haviní a grudge against the whole fuckiní world
A 16 shot-block-glock, thatíll stop Ďem
Theyíre sure to hit the ground
Nothiní, bustiní 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 canít fuck with emí
You can eat the biggiesí good friend
Or become a victim of a dead man
Itís 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 packiní the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you take a bite
Thatís all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killiní off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away your gun
Heís liviní his life like a soldier
Thatís what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy

[Chorus]