| Thug Life! |
| Comin' straight out the West Coast
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| Real Boy Killaz!
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| 2Pac with the Assassin, and we ridin' for the West Side!
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| Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
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| What you gonna do? |
| Watch out, we comin' at you
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| Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
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| What you gonna do? |
| We’re comin' after you
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| Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
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| What you gonna do? |
| Watch out, we comin' at you
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| Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
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| What you gonna do? |
| Watch out, we comin' at you
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| I got these bustas on my block and they after me
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| Runnin' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they gon' capture me
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| It’s gettin' crazy, it’s hard to make my mind up
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| Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?
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| You see, I ain’t a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
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| I graduated from 22's to 3−57 mags
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| Runnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'
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| I ain’t askin', give it up, or get to blastin'
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| The penitentiary don’t scare me
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| A straight thug nigga, the whole set’ll take care of me
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| And tell me, who the fuck you gon' find
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| Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
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| Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind
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| I’m sick about mine, and uh, ain’t nothin' wrong with gettin' high
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| A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I’m makin' loot
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| And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when I shoot
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| They made me a (bad boy)
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
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| Fuck Bad Boy!
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| I’m screamin' West Side ridah when we ride in a hoo ride
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| Suicide 'til the day we die, gettin' high!
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| From the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize
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| When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runnin' from cops
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| When we runnin', we hummin', now gunnin' and you get done and
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| In the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!
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| Every time we side on you trick made bitches
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| Packin' a .45, recognize the game in yo' set
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| Betta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die
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| Homicide, genocide to the other side
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| When we glide wit' my nigga Pac we bustin' 'em niggas
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| On the block wit' Gangsta-D back up me you real OG
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| Comin' up outta the 7 Trees strick, .9 to the LHD
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| We claimin' to bring, we make 'em fiend
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| For the fact we havin' 'em stack on the map
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| For the city of Sac all the way to the ho' when we stroll
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| Poppin the mos, outta killa California, straight loc' West Coast!
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| They made me a (bad boy)
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!
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| Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
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| Hahahaha! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Bad Boyz, artist - Assassin. Album song Born and Raised in the Bay, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп