Bitches & Bizness

Boyz N Da Hood

We gone do it like this 
From the A-T-L 
all the way down to the 305 MIA 
Cocaine capital nigga 
yeah the boyz n da hood 

The bizness is bitches 
the pussy i keep in my pocket 
the niggas keep watchin 
they know I'll be rockin my watches 
G's keep knockin 
they know I'll be shootin to spot 'em 
the boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product 
my niggas get slizzard 
I'm smokin and chillin in pradas 
fuck a 9 to 5 
we gone just do what we gotta 
I'm in the chevy thang 
everything runnin is proper 
dont come to close 
cuz I'm subject to ?? my chopper 
we in the streets (in the streets) 
who got the weed (got the weed) 
i got a couple keys 
wanta eat fuck wit me 
you dont want to see me pissed off (yeah) 
fuck until my dicks off (boyz n da hood) 
nigga this is riff ruff 

now i rock a lot of ice cuz I'm keepin it slum (im keepin it slum) 
six lugs at the bottom lockin 
keep 'em in tone 
crack rock cocaine what we keep where I'm from 
you dont believe me nigga come and see where I'm from 
keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum 
the police tryin to keep the concrete on my palm 
but i got shit to do 
and I got bricks to move (okay) 
but y'all are playin for 4 mil 
you can get for 2 nigga 
and try to play me dude 
and I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes 
and I dont mean the ones that your babies use 
i know i talk about my niggas a lot 
but i shoot too 
give me something to nut up about 
and watch me shoot you 

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I woke about 6 in the mornin 
gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin 
hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin) 
by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen) 
I woke about 6 in the mornin 
gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin 
hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin) 
by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen) 

from dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes 
keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on 
we'll creep up in yo home 
hangin by yo bitches thongs 
say you's a gorilaa say what happened to king kong 
we real play makers and this is not ESPN 
welcome to the gutter 
now watch the shit fest begin 
ain't no fuckin Jack Triple but I'm bakin cakes 
plus my cakes triple what that fag makes 
fuckin just to stay awake makin sure i dont stumble 
granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers 
call us cookie monsters makin cookie niggas crumble 
catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble 

I'm gone tote the poll lock and load 
shoot till you hear that BOW 
take my time speak my mind like I'm ?? 
got a country slang baby you can tell aint it 
you can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us 
still keep a stankin kitchen 
cuz in the midst of the caine on the way the crack smell durin the intermission 
triple beam hand held hanksty 
got some caine stain colored on the finger nail 
chrome black dished back up til i ?? 
saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red 
I'm gone rap for these packed heads 
gats crack sells sex and blacks that want to stapck mils 
smokin on the purple stack runnin in yo house ramblin wondering where the work is at 
hoes in the third still hollerin wheir the purses at 
phone in atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey) 
6:45 am lifes great got the bacon soda I'm cookin pancakes (thats right) 
where I'm from nigga I'm the man 
take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah) 
I ain't playin i got hella choppers 
call my partnas then they got helicopters 
(thats right) 
just like my old job but a lil' different (what) 
I used to work at churches chicken 
but now i cook my chicken to my own kitchen 
a kitchen fork and a glass pocket 
try to rob if you want get ya ass shot 

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