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Dis Bad Boy South bitch Block Entertainment
Ladies and Gentleman I'm about to introduce to you (It's about that time) 4 of the realest niggas to come up out tha hood As I introduce to you (Boys N Da Hood, Boys N Da Hood) Jody Breese, Big Duke The O' G they call him Young Jeesy, Da Snowman And Big Gee, the Edge Hanger These my niggas, Boys N Da Hood Tha hardest group to come out of the Souf Block Entertainment, da label Bad Boy South tha Empire And we won't Stop 'Cause we can't Stop A-T-L motherfuckers Let's do it, Big Gee Boys N Da Hood, Big Gee I'm Tha Edge Hanger, head banger, third leg swanger Danger trick mangler spit led at the feds aimer Hang a bitch, fuck tryin' to change her (Fuck tryin' to change her) Anger wit tha most dangerous chrome Fit to have you pissin' out ya anus Now it's Big Duke mostly seen in shell toes and dickie suits Wit a team of troops in Chevy coupes dat be quick to shoot Trap robbers plus I got a slew off against cop gobblers And a sick click that get lite and turn to cop poppers I'm a Nextel chirping gun totein' brick living fool Buy a grand a day so I dropped outta high skool (Yeah) Jeezy real nigga you the faker (What?) Could read a bitch ass nigga like a newspaper Okay, now from a year ago hundred bills still fold Summertime air forces winter time still told You talk a good game but y'all niggas ain't real tho' Worldwide or underground when I'm around, niggas kno' Aye what they know, nigga? Boys N Da Hood, nigga |
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Yea Ok ok Ok ok
lets do it boyz n da hood (alright) (waz up) yea lets go lets go ok ok ok ok Its ya boy Jody Breeze Gee (BY) big Duke Young Jeezy (yea Ok) ya kno wut im talkin bout <i>[Jody Breeze]</i> ump that young cat there (A) cock back some shots at (A) nigga wit my barretta (A) cuz im bout wuteva (A) Ya'll kno who i be, J-O-D-Y Breeze wit all my B-O-Yz in da H- double O-Dz yall nigga dont scare nobody i dare a nigga ta try me i neva kilt nobody but i will come get somebody streets a reason like to be a demon in da night and in da evening i serve fiens and leave semon on ya wifes. <i>[Duke]</i> dig it, there aint no question bout me cuz im da answer i've been puttin in work since Jody Breeze was wearin pampers i got jumped as a teen, couldnt part wit my starts. ?? wasnt shit to me all he did was make me harder. fuck throwin sticks and stones now we toting Guns and bricks i've been representin like this since lil Kim was suckin dick. pops aint taught me shit cuz ima bastard. and fuck u little tricks its paper that im after. <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> yea young and da restless, the fast and the Furious. lick a couple shots at 'em let 'em kno that we serious. and u kno wut u get for talkin out ya mouth sideways. point blank range nigga blow ya shit sideways. i do this shit for dem boyz in da hood stay down grindin til i get my boyz out da hood. its da J- double E- Z to the Y yall. stay strapped, iced up, and rock fly yall. |
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Bad Bouth South
Block Entertainment I see you block! Boyz N Da Hood I like this right here y'all ready? Come on Lets ride Its Boyz N Da Hood nigga (Boyz N Da Hood nigga) (In Da Hood nigga) As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed) To give y'all what y'all need (To give y'all what y'all need) (What y'all need) Yeah nigga, yeah nigga Hook Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid (Young Jeezy) If its taking too long to lock up bring it back (bring it back) You was short any way so bring a stack (bring a stack) And that shit was fucked up, I wouldn't even know I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!) We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out) If its still in the rap we'll swap it out (yeah!) (ahee) Let me hop off in the shower And get myself together I gone need about a hour (about a hour) I got real clientail We ain't breaking shit down, we don't need no scales (get it right) He worth a mill on the low Plus the weather man said that its a light chance of snow Hook Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid (Jody Breeze) Well look into the eyes of a young gutta nigga Loyal to the game out here tryin to make a come up nigga Serving lots of jay, cocking blocks Knockin country niggas out they Dr. Jay (out they Dr. Jay) Fuckin wit a mobsta Cock sucka you popa (popa) Just so you niggas don't get it twisted (twisted) Just listen and pay attention (attention) To one of the realest up out here (you here me?) With ambition and on a mission For getting Benjamins ready (Benjamins) And willing to put one of you out your misery (out of your misery) So bag back, the 44's in the dashboard (dashboard) Trying to act bad will make me blast at your asshole (asshole) Let the let stackin' mo I give you what you ask for (ask for) 5 for the 50 nigga Gone before I hit you nigga Hook Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid (Nuke) Yo, now I'm an eastside resider Keep niggas liver than hotter Stanking like clam chowder If they thinking that they wilder (okay) Every since I can remember I been toating that tember Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December (aaahh! {2x}) Niggas better know my M-O (M-O) From Houston down to the NO (unh hun) Came a long ways from Lindberg's flying The back of a remo (alright) You can catch Nukey posted up Right off 80-65 With some real ass niggas (yeah) Who ain't selling bean pies (yeah) Just to get them green guys Baby momas we hide (unh hun) Catch them hoes by surprise Froze with they mouth wide Even tough guys get duck taped and hog tied Cause me, Jody, Jeezy and Gee gone always ride Hook Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid |
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[HOOK]
what's up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz, Everyone of them got felonies man! I'm slap me a nigga, befoe its over with, I'm rush me a nigga, befoe its over with, Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with, I'm bust me a nigga, befoe its over with. [DUKE] I'm sick & I'm tired of niggas asking bout mine If I'm cockin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs I move fast forward I ain't got no button to rewind I react of instinct I ain't stressin no time I came a long way from peddlin rocks Block recognized the gansta & he up my stock Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped Home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga) Lotta niggas they be claimin the spot But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots So ask not why my attitude is shitty Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh From my block to your block niggas know me They know that ole reppin ass niggas a O.G. We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth & A flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet Please believe we ain't playing no games But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame [HOOK] 1x [YOUNG JEEZY] I'm a gansta mutha fucka if you ever seen one Black fitty cap nigga & some Air Force One's Hey & I'm strapped so don't set trip .45 hitcha make your whole chest split Sleepy Brown nigga I can't wait Fifty grand round my neck like bait Hey & keep thinking its gravy Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy & I ain't playin witcha mother fuckers Shoot both of y'all make y'all niggas blood brothers (thats righhht) & I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year (Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please I'll kill a mutha fucks bout Jody Breeze Yeah nigga that's the truth, bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot [HOOK] 1x [BIG DEE] I'm telling you man I be rollin on dem corners no Range no necklace man Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain & Put the silencer on the tip professional man Pressure point blank like a sexual change & Splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man Hard blow to hard coat exsposen the four Even though I tote gun I don't rob no more Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something Quite its going down on em with a Mac 11 two rifle Pistol, pumps, switch & knives, Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers No myth I'm him fucka get hypnotized Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride [HOOK] 1x [JODY BREEZE] Well I'm the youngest in the click boy Try me like a bitch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit y'all niggas just talking, y'all niggas ain't ready y'all niggas don't want none of dis While y'all out spending 100's on your necks Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits Fake niggas get killed round here Its real in the field betta get it how you live & If not cock back bust atcha cock suckers mutha fucka in fact I will Cause the niggas that I roll with & blow dro with Fuck hoes with they outta control Realer in bumpin chevy's with Mac 11's holdin it steady Ready to put seven off in your belly boy [HOOK] 1x |
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Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look) In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look) Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look) Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look) Still chillin' with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look) It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look) Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look) But I already had my thing cocked before I (look) See I had the same face of the nigga and I (look) Like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing that's a reefa One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang Got some niggas still livin' how I rocks they fade Got a whole click of killas ridin chevy's on blaze And a trap to the moon, one heat one game [Chorus: x2] Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look) Black tees, black hats, with the black Tims (look) We ain't talkin' to you niggas shit we ain't gotta (look) But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look) Well what up for yeah, it's your boy Breeze again Breezin' in with one of y'all Breeze again And I know Jesus seein' me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin Reason bein' since birth man things have seemed A little different, I'm still pimpin' deep with in But now that I'm grown it's on so I'm a go on and spit it And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look [Chorus: x2] Hoppin' out of candy coated Chevy bitch (look) Whole team ballin' harder than a roucus trick (look) Sucka tryin' to get live, got his gut split (look) Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look) That's why we rollin' deep with a barreta taker (look) A dime piece with me all you better do is (look) Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look) You know you shook you ain't gotta hide your face bitch (look) Yeah its mister click clacker yeah I jack the jackers Cover more than greyhound every hustlin' backwards Stay in the pocket gettin' sticked but I'm breakin' them tackles Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle I've been gettin' it for years and real niggas know that Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin' the throw back Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro' sack [Chorus: x2] Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain It's deez boyz snow man is the name Posted up poppin' cris like you do them beers Got bread stacks I ain't seen in a couple of years When I ball I see a gangsta they don't look they stare Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair And I'm straight from the hood that's where I come from Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones [Chorus: x2] Look, look, look, look Look, look, look, look |
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Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go From the A all the way to Compton They say the new NWA is comin' Keep your basses bumpin' Stay away from who fake and frontin' Try and play me, I'm ma take your face to thumpin' I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin' And only play games in the A or Compton Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin' It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em where it's standin' I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rolling down Crenshaw, see tha hoes jocking Sunday nights popping, see tha foes hopping My stereo's bumpin' that ATL funk You can call it what ya want, either way the shit bumps Yeah, being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street All this gutter, gutter, pulled up with it This just the beginning so don't fuck with us, yeah Being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street The Boyz N Da Hood will keep their heart Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your car I'm in the 6-4, 5th bitch strapped, no roof, roof The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe Stepped in 100 deep, deep, blew a few bucks G'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks My wrist so rocky and my neck so bright My stones change colors like a disco light Whole team strapped up, let a nigga trip Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip From the south to the west, I stay in a vest Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest Let you trip, disrespect, you get checked More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck I must confess there's got to be somethin in the water Cause every year I age, I gets harder and harder Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes Tryin' to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow Yeah, being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it This just the beginning so don't fuck with us, yeah Being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street The Boyz N Da Hood will keep their heart Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your car Yeah, I'm crusin' down the street in my LAC Blowin' good Kenwood, bumpin' Eazy E With dem Boyz N Da Hood, in the hood I be We out the fryer, freakin' hoes with Gs Give [Incomprehensible] to sniff For all the J's I got thanks to give If crime pays, then we looking for a gangsta lean You bad niggaz better tang your lip before We fuck around and get into some gangsta shit All black boys in the hoods, four deep Tote heat, four speed, grow tree, in a spokes? So, niggaz don't want beef Nigga run up on the corner, match a barrel through your teeth Four foot celebrate, fifth all kinda ways Oh, he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way The punk went that-a-way, the punk went that away Yeah, being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it This just the beginning so don't fuck with us, yeah Being a gangsta is so neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street The Boyz N Da Hood will keep their heart Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your car |
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You can talk all the fuck you want
(Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) Well, it's a lot of y'all thinking, y'all got great big balls 'Bout to get everybody wit ya hit 'cause you ain't heard 'bout us We on the curb trying to get it like everybody And we some thugs so we ain't even worried 'bout ya Who gives a fuck 'bout where you hang and who you hung wit? I could care less which one of you punks the punk bitch If it's my word best believe I'ma stand on it Try me like I'm playing my man, I'ma put my hands on ya Fuck security they a bunch of hoes 'Bout to get they damn thongs exposed, yeah And I got that feeling Say the wrong thing nigga have ya dancing on the ceiling I ain't lotto but I'm rich nigga And I'ma still smoke 'cause you'd a bitch nigga Jeezy a grown ass man homie Say what you want but don't put your hands on me You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) Niggaz looking like they want some action Shake something let's see what's happening Act a donkey start the yapping we gon' get it cracking We make your whole click stop, drop and then bitch Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit 'Cause the shit's gon' get gritty as a sewer pit Boyz N Da Hood bitch, guess we gotta a truer click And we gon' show them lames exactly what they fooling wit Watch them dumb fucks cuddle up when the tool clicks My poultry died, my car got towed today My lights ain't on, my folks stole all the yay My piss dirty, P.O. gon' told the state Rent late trying to find me a home to stay Bench warrants in 'bout 4 south eastern states Last night I shot a nigga all in the face I just got another call full of bad news Touch me, I'ma kill ya got problems and an attitude You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) Now, I'm off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted You don't wanna test the gangsta was the grams get tooted Pack a plastic pistol partner, please believe I'll shoot it It's the perfect time and place if you want me to prove it You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf I'll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk back Cuss me, tongue wrestle 'til ya tongue tied but don't touch me I'm such a gangsta I don't tout glocks Pop the trunk pump ya ass like some Reeboks And I'm strapped I ain't slipping Red jersey on Jeezy still cropping At any time I'm willing to pop the clip in Cock back one up in ya hip and let's see if you limp then I done said just about what the fuck I'ma say So I'ma leave saying nigga stay the fuck out my face 'Cause I ain't playing You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) You can talk all the fuck you want (Don't put your hands on me) I betcha ass gon' get stomped (Don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (Don't put your hands on me) Bitch nigga, you better stay in your place (Don't put your hands on me) |
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I got my granny up knocking at my bedroom door but I'm... Still Slizzard from the night before.
I got my patna in da lac talkin bout let's go but I'm... Still Slizzard from the night before. He say he bout to let the fire hit the tip of the dro but I'm... Still Slizzard from the night before. I'm tryna get my shit my shit together but I still move slow 'cause I'm... Still Slizzard from the night Before. It was Monday night. I was down at Magic's just me, Jeezy and Jody you know we causin habits. I'm on dat Henny straight. Dro minus the flake. Wit a mobsta plate, eatin shrimp and steak. They got the music Bumpin', big ass tities jumpin', we feelin' ignant so we holler at BITCH FUCK SUM you know I'm from the Dirty, you we keeps it crunk. We past tipsy in this bitch dawg we dead drunk, Jeezy just threw ten Thousand single on the fuckin floor. That's when I was like Man, it's time for me to go. I can't drank no Mo' I can't even score. Gots to be up on your toes fuckin round with these hoes. One minute you gettin Your dick sucked the next minute you ice cold. These bitches ain't really real they just know how top Play they roll but to a real nigga they game gone always be exposed. [hook] I'm in the spot I got ya patna. I'm the doctor. I can spot ya Gee.I'm the one in the back with the Timbalands on. Got ya man. I'm at the table with the dymes all kind holmes. Finga gettin they clitty Warm. Drunk as hell |
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<i>[Jody Breeze]</i>
Ay, I got a .45 magnum kitted And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it If you want, I can tag ya with it And you can tell ya fam cause I'll let ya whole family feel it Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies Hopping in and out of bed with niggaz and turn around and say ya pimping Man ya tripping, ask ya women But she ain't heard, ya listening to the man and griffin I don't talk, I'm bout action really And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semi Man it's in me, I'm tellin ya, thugging in my bone Get me wrong, I'ma put one off in ya dome nigga <i>[Chorus - Big Gee]</i> No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give <i>[Big Gee]</i> I'm stuck in the gutta my nigga, life don't mean shit to me I'm broke and my daughter crying and I'm lying to the jury I see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killing me Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got inta me I been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat (naw) Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go Folk better try to get their mind right, plus my nine bout to let go We in the middle of the limelight, I'm bout to ride to the liquor store We on the pills or that good weed, talk and I'll wind that trigga boom I might ride through the hot spot, police chilling in they plain clothes I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Duke]</i> Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs Niggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whacked I touch ya with that steel, cut ya off like daffodils Hit ya with the button, leave ya drowsy like some Benadryl Casting gears been in the field, Ola bear share many tears Saw her baby boy get killed, sho baby boy hella trill Keep it G for all to see, but all don't keep it G like me All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be Everybody know Big Dukey known to act a fucking donkey Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smelling funky MTV, don't try to +Punk+ me, leave that cracker head lumpy Fucking hoes and busting fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there (take ya there) Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear (naw) 62 grams nigga, serving straight deuces (what) Young nigga riding Magnum, squatting dub deuces (damn) Mind on my money, money on my mind (mind) Snitch call me up, exit's on the line (yeeeeeeah) For the love of these exotic cars We'll risk it all, even time behind bars (let's get it) My reality is yo nightmare And this is my life, it's no nightmare (that's right) I ain't slept in two weeks, shit I'm paranoid (jeah) They snatched my patna up (who), the alphabet board (ay) <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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Racisim at an all tyme high and the acodimy fuked up wtf we partyn fo man
you'll never hear me make no happy jamz, these niggaz love me fo who I am, I get mi muny I go get mi Frendz, sip on sum drink, and roll up in ?? mi nephew you were born dif mama got sugar in her blood streamz coughn up col yellin at the ?? she 50 yrs Old n I put this on errthing shednt seen a happy day sense she wuz 17 the mo I smile the mo I hurt I Flirt wit the 12 gauge hell they tuk mi tuf itz like the devil when we cum outside I ain't lyin mi niggaz Pumpin the nine stead they droppin like flies see we livin like larry james see most of a us high I'm Pullin guard from anything you want me ya die mi sister had ?? ona clik mi pistols had ansers thad get us 60 yrs but I ain't wanna see mi uncle had cancer in the dik mi aunty had cancer in the ass she ain't even Want a shit died round 1986 Niggaz all up ta BIG GEE n I'm broker than a slump bitch [chorus] why you never hear no happy shit from young mathers man udk the half of it I came up on the block where the Killas stay at sumtymes I wish I coud put mi whole life on playback n a two 1 shack they ain't much you can Do but get drunk n roll another blunt withchya crew but all the ?? soldiers I feel I'm due for a blessn Late night toatn a tech jus for protection this world done tought me a lesson I learned from the ogs how To keep mi muny rites in the low keys look at the face of advirsity n laugh at it grand mama died while I Wuz on the grind this life iz so tragic 'cause I smile doesn't it mean I'm in a good mood hate ta lose mi mama 'cause that lady cooked sum good food n I dnt mean ta be rude but fuck the world all I need is the mom mi son N babygurl niccca [chorus] only depend on a few in this lifetyme show love 'cause you never know when you might die might try ta get mi Mama out these projects only live day ta day never known wuts next 'causezin died n a car crash from a broke Neck riden n a solen car wit no i.d. I hate that but that's the way this durty world rotates you gotta take Control a you're own life n seal you're own fate mi mama wuz an og mi daddy wuz an og be gentle wit the numbers man alotta folks notice me stuk up on the Porch witta country man wunna be older man bout the store cut his stomach on the E mama had an expidition But the munthly fee 453 had ta giv back las week ta BIG GEE ta edgehanger up n dwn all the stress I'm goin Through never make a happy jam [chorus] niggaz sik a bein broke, niggaz sik a doin shit man, otha mutha fukerz taken the credit for, that sux, Niggaz sik a creatin shit man, n them muthafukerz you kno captilize over wut they create, you kno, so wut Happnin right now, iz the mob baby, the real mob, face, mi mutha fukn rymes nigga, ya kno uhh I nvr make a Happy jam 'cause there ain't nuthn ta smile about, ya kno, n if you thinkn a nigga playin keep fukn wit me Young mathers, BIGG GEE, THA STREETZ |
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Yup yup ok
ya ya boyz n da hood ay ya lets go ay ya jody breeze big duke young jeezy gee <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[JODY BREEZE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[BIG DUKE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[VERSE 1]</i> <i>[JODY BREEZE]</i> Well i cant tell you bout them otha niggas but mah niggas gutta nigga pushin shovin mean muggin coakin back and bustin niggas yall betta back off me cuz yall punk niggas dont kno me holmes i dont kno who u thought i was but ill put one off in yo dome so yall betta go head on yall dont reall y want to go head on fuckin with a real nigga get a nigga killed i spill yo brains on the side of a building nigga you aint got to have mah back nigga i aint got to caryy no gat nigga i aint got to grab no bat nigga yall aint bad like dat so talk what you kno ho and not what u heard dont be hatin a playa cause yo game is not as superb i got niggas out on the curb tryin to put out a verse servin to people who cant seem to straight in out they nerve (ayy) <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[JODY BREEZE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[BIG DUKE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[BIG DUKE]</i> yo we real life home invaders dress in all black like the raiders snatch slugs and niggas teddas if they playin bout that paper stay rollin out cali rovers silincers and flash lights coming at me side ways betta get yo fuckin pouster right yea niggas mistaken thankin yall can play us like a chump treat ya like a baseball player and put u in a permanet slump niggas dump jump pumps in mah lap fuck the trunk please believe we brangin the funk yo srub erase a chump every day an epiosode mostly ova chanky ho's thats why i be often throwed play the game how its go all we do is bob and weave search fo ways that we can eat still stuck out here in the streets all of us got a mill apiece <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[JODY BREEZE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[BIG DUKE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[GEE]</i> No time for talkn if you want it come and get it fuck that sucka start to poppin im the one thats in the trenches tottin bottles and crusafixes life aint bout what it seems i sleep when im wide awoke wake up i be in a dream livin a nightmare go halkin with stephen king you work with a butcher knife be lookin like wolver reign i run with mah dead folks mah life is stuck in between im one with the holly ghost we say no bout twice a week you a killla well gone and kill u a gangsta well join you a pimp well then pimp a bitch get em rich or justget the change see ilive by the quater mile im walkin agianst the grain now call it like daddy call it the rest is in JESUS name <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[JODY BREEZE]</i> if u a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas <i>[repeats 4x]</i> |
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| 4:18 |
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[Intro]
Gon turn this one up right here pimp if ya ballin in da club y'all already kno [Chorus] I lay this whole club down (la la la la la la la la) Get ya hands up but I ain't here to party Lay it down (la la la la la la la la) Get ya hands up but I ain't here to party [x2] [Young Jeezy] Nobody move nobody get hurt We came fo them niggas that be off on that work An its drought season niggas lookin fo a reason Have to duck niggas like its huntin season Ay I kno niggas like you FUCK boys an ho niggas like you Ride wit the scope I call it the master Put it in they face dog to make they mind up faster Ay gimme all you got But you can keep yalittle necklace an that bullshit watch (i ain't got nothin man) You bullshittin me You betta lay it down nigga like you MJG [Chorus] [Jody Breeze] 'chea I got the Boyz from the Hood wit me Plus I got a couple boys from my hood wit me Nigga an we ain't playin we ain't bullshittin Let me see ya hands for it fell like bull hitcha Nigga we all G's all hood niggas Tote shit that'll have yo whole hood niggas Nigga stop cryin jus drop that For errybody in tha club gettin popped back Its yo choice nigga live or die real or not We gon make you feel tha fire An still desire an ready to bust So whateva you got nigga give to us [Chorus] [Duke] y'all in tha club bobbin an weavin I'm just tryna hit a lick an leave you slobbin an bleedin Hope you niggas don't thank that we teasin Its a drought on the street so that's a good enough reason So tha next time you niggas wanna lean back Don't be surprised to find a gat where ya spleen at An I don't need a solo stack this a team sack If you don't wanna get cracked where the cream at? Yea lil daddy please believe I need that Tha whole stack an throw ya boy the dro sack I need you ballas face-down on the rug I want you all butt-naked turn the(?) into a strip club [Chorus] [Big Gee] what if I ran in yo shit nigga beat you wit tha butt of the chrome I beat ya wit the butt of the phone I put ya arm behind ya back keep pushin til I'm crushin ya bone Or get some acid,iodine hardto pour on ya bone Don't slip hack saw off tha fangertips Cut ya foots at the angles makin sure you disappear Dental records can't tell who you is 'cause ya whole skull gone nothin left but the ears We lay the club down fuck we rob fo real Got some standho niggas like the mob fo real Got erasers in decatur a goon sqaud by mosey park (this boyz n da hood) [Chorus] [Big Gee] Lay the fuck nigga this boyz n da hood |
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Okay, okay
Boyz N Da Hood Yo let's go Smoke sum, smoke sum Let's ride, ay, let's ride, a, let's ride, yo Well, even though you look good 2night Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night And we can ride in whateva you like But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Being on da ice and don't forget da dice Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Whateva we doin' we doin' it right But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Ya now 2night we gonna keep the G from my fokes Dick is a wife beata, plus a peace in da holster I see da feirce, so I polster the polster They see me showin' love to young gig and sosa But it's all propa, ain't no bail hoppas See a bunch of young gangstas so they wanna stop us 'cause we block hoppas, plus we cop droppas By the day but the night we just cock roppas Tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat Let's go get they hair right like a fitted hat I ain't 'bout to spend a dime unless I get it back Now you monkey niggaz tell me how real iz dat? Well, even though you look good 2night Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night And we can ride in whateva you like But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Being on da ice and don't forget da dice Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Whateva we doin' we doin' it right But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night We gonna roll down peace street to get a room Off Araf David Avanat, in all da suite Hit the liquor store on white hall, get sumthin' to eat At the A crof and Chevron and hot wing 10 piece Go to OG get sumthin' to cheat A post up and lease a house, a holla to free All the kids in da hood steady of followin' me Luv to see me come around and get dollas from me Red doggs still rollin' threw twice in a week 'Til my folk got crack, 5 dollas a piece And everbody got gats, can't afford da streets We Boyz N Da Hood so we startin' them G's So get dem guns ready Well, even though you look good 2night Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night And we can ride in whateva you like But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Being on da ice and don't forget da dice Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Whateva we doin' we doin' it right But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night West Side well, me is wit da rest of da real And da best dat it iz, out here Cadillac, da reals out here Ya'll already know what it iz out here Erbody fresh, erbody clean Fresh white tee, haneechi on da G Ya a young playa in da flesh Ya hoes over here so we ain't gotta leave So tell your girl to tell her girl To come holla at a playa 'cause I'ma nail her first And afta dat I'ma send you to da club Head back to da trap and sell slaps on da curb Well, even though you look good 2night Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night And we can ride in whateva you like But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Being on da ice and don't forget da dice Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night Whateva we doin' we doin' it right But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night |
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