2Pac — Real Bad Boyz Original Version

[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) [Bridge] 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! [Verse 2: DJ King Assassin] 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) [Bridge] 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'! Hahahaha!