2Pac, DJ King Assassin - Real Bad Boyz (Original Version) lyrics

Thug Life! Comin' straight out the West Coast
Real Boy Killaz! 2Pac with the Assassin
And we ridin' for the West Side!

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

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)

Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
West Side when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
We gots ta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
West Side when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
We gots ta keep on thuggin'!

Fuck Bad Boy!

I'm screamin' West Side ridah when we
Ride in a hoo ride
Suicide 'til the day we die, gettin' high!
From the Bay to LA
Drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize
When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks
Runnin' from cops
When we runnin', we hummin'
Now gunnin' and you get done and
In the city wit' no pity
Down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!
Every time we side on you trick made bitches
Packin' a 45, recognize the game in yo' set
Betta jet when I get you wet
Wit' intention a' do or die
Homicide, genocide to the other side
When we glide wit' my nigga
Pac we bustin' 'em niggas
On the block wit' Gangsta-D back
Up me you real OG
Comin' up outta the 7 Trees strick
9 to the LHD
We claimin' to bring, we make 'em fiend
For the fact we havin' 'em stack on the map
For the city of Sac all the way
To the ho' when we stroll
Poppin the mos, outta killa California
Straight loc' West Coast!
They made me a (bad boy)

Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
West Side when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
We gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
West Side when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life
We gotsta keep on thuggin'!

Ha ha haha!