Bad Boys Reply ('95) lyrics

(feat. Tek)
[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 harass?
All up in my ass
Be bubblin' in my stomach like gas (damn)
I feel the grass 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 shitty 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 nigga
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 bullshit
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]
Thanks to Inner for these lyrics