Assasin Hitworks, Volume 1

[Dee tha Mad Bitch]<br><br>What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin’ but payback<br>Who’s next, the clip, callin’ murder could nothin’ the contract<br>Better watch your back<br>Since he’s makin’ that comeback<br>The 1-87 will stop ‘em<br>The hollow point, will drop ya<br>Go on, here’s a scene for your soul<br>So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper<br>You better ???? from the depths of hell<br>He’s a real McCoy<br>But ain’t no stoppin’ this girl is bad boy<br>He ain’t no joke<br>Muthafucka grab your throat<br>Before you find yourself cut with a blade<br>As your bloody body lays on top of cement<br>In front of your president <br>It was a murder for hire<br>Hit an innocent child in the crossfire<br>Now he’s confined to a jail<br>Got shot six times, in his spine<br>But his mind is still down at the grind<br>He’s willin’ to destroy<br>That’s what he lives for, to be a bad boy<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?<br>Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin’ at you.<br>Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?<br>Watcha gonna do, we’re comin’ after you<br>Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?<br>Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin’ at you<br>Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?<br>Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin’ at you<br><br>[2PAC]<br><br>I got these bustas on my block and they after me<br>Runnin’ ‘round tellin’ these niggas, how they gonna capture me<br>It’s gettin’ crazy, it’s hard to make my mind up<br>Now should I, buck ‘em down, or put my nine up?<br>You see, I ain’t a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad<br>I graduated from 22’s to 3-57 mags<br>Runnin’ on these marks ‘fore they stashin’<br>I ain’t askin’, give it up, or get to blastin’<br>The penintnetiary don’t scare me<br>A straight thug nigga, the whole set’ll take care of me<br>And tell me, who the fuck you gonna find<br>Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine<br>Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind<br>I’m sick about mine, and uh, ain’t nothin’ wrong with gettin’ high<br>A hustlin’-ass nigga from the projects, I’m makin’ loot<br>And screamin’ Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot<br>They made me a.....<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Dee tha Mad Bitch]<br><br>Now how many bad boys in the house <br>So hurry boys got the biggest nuts<br>What the fuck, I gave ‘em the blunts<br>Havin’ a grudge against the whole fuckin’ world<br>A 16 shot-block-glock, that’ll stop ‘em<br>They’re sure to hit the ground<br>Nothin’, bustin’ a cap on no more every round<br>A bad boy is the big, shot on the block<br>He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops<br>Before he gets props<br>So you petty boys, you can’t fuck with em’<br>You can eat the biggies’ good friend<br>Or become a victim of a dead man<br>It’s sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep<br>So rest in peace, muthafucka, join the pow<br>he got nothin but the realest style<br>Flavors when on the mic<br>and packin’ the meal like life<br>Savers, sweep up on you at night<br>His grip on tight, and make you take a bite<br>That’s all she wrote, barrel went down your throat<br>Killin’ off these niggas for fun<br>Murder one, and throw away your gun<br>He’s livin’ his life like a soldier<br>That’s what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy<br><br>[Chorus]