Tekst piosenki 'Real Bad Boyz (Westside)' wykonawcy 2Pac (Tupac Shakur)

[Featuring Dee Tha Mad Bitch]

[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]