Real Bad Boyz (Original Version) 2Pac (Ft. DJ King Assassin)

[Intro]
Thug Life! Comin' straight out the West Coast
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin, and we ridin' for the West Side!

[Chorus]
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? Watch out, we comin' at you
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? We're comin' after you
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? Watch out, we comin' at you
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do? Watch out, we comin' at you

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I got these bustas on my block and they after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they gon' capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags
Runnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'
The penitentiary don't scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gon' find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm makin' loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when I shoot
They made me a (bad boy)