Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somebody Real, artist - Bit MachineDate of issue: 03.07.2016
Song language: English
Somebody Real |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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… |
| 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 |