Tek - Bad Boys Reply ('95) lyrics

[Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead (dead, dead, dead, dead, dead) (Bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad.. bad) [Inner Circle] 1 - Bad boys, bad boys What'cha gonna do What'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys What'cha gonna do What'cha gonna do when they come for you? [Tek] What's the reason for the hara**? All up in my a** Be bubblin' in my stomach like gas (damn) I feel the gra** smoke circulatin' through my vains Thankful, in control of the brain, not goin' insane Yo, check 'em at a very young age He gon' make the front page Too bad they caught you out the blitz with the 12 gauge They got mommy screamin' all in the rangin', changin' Re-arrangin' the atmosphere I guess your moms shoulda made the message much clearer In your ear Maybe you learned your lesson, count your blessin's And the ? is like this You really know it is gettin' bad When they shootin' babies up in sh**ty diapers So run, go get your ten, wipe this We'll make ya welcome test real, out the blue Tell me what you fo' do, when the bad boys comin' fo' you [Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead Repeat 1 [Inner Circle] Nobody now gettin' no break Boys now give ya no break Nah, oh, soldier man'll give you no break Not ? nah, give ya no breaks, hey hey Repeat 1 [Tek] Uh-oh, yo, I check (see, here they come) I figure that it's the bad boys playin' the diggy-dum-dum-dum Yo, what do you want with my life? Ya see me on the block tryin' to sell my rock But how do you make a deal with a n***a Played until your head tock (Tek, tell 'em how to head 'em) Maybe it's time for me to quit (why?) 'Cause I'm tired of all the bullsh** Snakes fickin' all over my grave It's my age, feel like I'm runnin' with slaves I'm on the next SOUL train Soon ?? fool procrastinate and immitate Whether you're phony or fake, it's just how you hate How you gonna knock me in the belly of the beast When I'm already doin' time in the New York streets So run around, go get your gats Don't forget your crew Tell me what'cha gonna do 'Cause the bad boys comin' for you Repeat 1 to fade