Bad Boy 4 Life Remix (ibemix)
The sound quality's not so good on this one, but it's all good. We wrote and recorded this in less than an hours time so there wasn't too much thought put into it.
Lyrics
Chorus:
*Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat, Dee and Ibe
Throw your hands up in the air now
Cause we won't stop, it's Bad Boy for life*
Yo, tell 'em n***
Verse 1: (Dee)
I'm the definition of...we come to f*** your punk ass up
Dee and Ibe, y'all don't wanna f*** with us
Brandon Green, you know what I mean
Last year when we had to throw them f*** in things
And Traften, you don't know what just happenend
Left you askin, ("Duh, was I just nappin?")
Jeff Ballenger, don't cross the line
Cause I'll jump on your ass like I lost my mind
And James Harper, (here we go) you punk ass b***
Looks like rehab didn't help out sh**
And last weekend I put you on your death bed
While you was tweekin, you motha f*** in meth head
This is what I came to do, I change the rules
Pull out the tools, make you sing the blues
Take you fools to school
Have the crew whoop your ass from white to blue
So what y'all wanna dooooooo?
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
Verse 2: (The Realist)
Yo, n*** z, I'm 'bout to f*** this track up (back up)
Back up for I cut yo ass up, and leave your b*** ass in the back of that truck
Talkin sh** ? Catch me at night walkin the strip
I'ma leave ya dead in the street outlined in chalk and sh**
Ya see, me and Dee, we are the rulers
Shoved a barrel of a ruger in the grill of Brad Crouger
Now do ya got beef? Then b*** you're silly
I'ma f*** up Jason Pulliam, Jeff Owens, and Billy
(Jon Ragland come catch a beat down)
Just like Brandon Green you're layin face down in the street now
Callin out my next challenger, Jeff Ballenger
What the f*** you gonna do when Ibe and Dee are bouncin ya?
Not a damn thang, we always bring the pain
Whether it's clear skies or pourin down rain
We got big balls that's why we let our nuts hang
We bust thangs if you think this sh** is just a game, BIATCH!
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
