"Back Up N Da Chevy" (2007)

Everybody Know Me Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Chorus:]
Big Gee, (Big Gee) Zone 3, (Zone 3) Straight up out da gutta everbody know me, (who), Gorilla z-zoe, (everybody) on the east (zoe), southwest Atlana everybody know me. Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee, (Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me, Young gutta, (young gutta), Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.

[Verse 1:]
I'm a grown man, yeah thats what my momma said
Ask her for a key while she packing up my underwear
Underwear, Over there, only got a couple pair, i've been fucked up all my life, Dont know body who even care
Who dont care?
They Dont Care!
Dat old nigga know me i be all up in da air while they holden up my scroudum
I da told em,
u aint told em
Yes i did,
Now it time to show them cuz the industry still think that we bullshitten
I aint quitten
I aint either, I'm still baggin up the reefa
Nigga know me cuz i be the one thats always talkin reefa
What chu want?
real team cuz i will try as a man nigga, know me cuz a nigga stil a hanging around the countryback,
Tell them why they really know you
They dont wanna know
Yeah they do
Not for hanging on the corner with a blunt or two
And by nighttime, nigga know that im the truth, Pistol in my drawer, doing the same shit my momma do, Edgehanger

[Chorus:]
Big Gee, (Big Gee) Zone 3, (Zone 3) Straight up out da gutta everbody know me, (who), Gorilla z-zoe, (everybody) on the east (zoe), southwest Atlana everybody know me. Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee, (Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me, Young gutta, (young gutta), Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.

[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door
right der by the corner store, and everybody Fuckin know
You fuckin know!
You fucking right
Thinkin this a open mike, my candy read U.S.A, Nigga this is real life
Life twice, yeah right, i can be gone anyday< Everybody love me at my grave or what they suposed to say, A!
What
Let me Tell you something
Fuck these niggers wanna know
East boy, tnt dem up, and gorilla zoe
Bitch no
Bitch No
I aint trickin eevryday
You my favourtite baby daddy im riding wit chu anyway
U ride cuz u tired livin by the quarter mile, Niggas know me everytime for mr. exit 65
Yeah, the 6-5 we ride on, 2-fo we slide
Through the eastside, despised by those who lie
Check my background, my beef is certified
Break bread with killers say breads would murder guys, thats whats up

[Chorus:]
Big Gee, (Big Gee) Zone 3, (Zone 3) Straight up out da gutta everbody know me, (who), Gorilla z-zoe, (everybody) on the east (zoe), southwest Atlana everybody know me. Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee, (Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me, Young gutta, (young gutta), Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.

[Verse 3:]
Yeah, we on whole other level, no deals with the devil
my cock is what we pedel, yeah the flags are still those rebels
They know me cuz i keep it G
Yeah nigga me too, see, breeze been a g so long, haterz better be cool cuz
I'm still that cat there at-a
cock back some shots at-a
Nigga bout my stacks
you can
go run and tell that nigga,
kick down your front door,
where im from we front-doe,(doe)
Yeah nigger we cut doe (doe)
Flatline you punk ho's
We aint leanin or rockin ova here, (rocking ova here), cuz if I get to snappin then im poppin over there, (poppin over there) nigga (nigga)
A!? I aint stoppin like a dare, (dare), stacks on deck big pockets ova here, (pockets ova here)
glock 40, a whole lot of rifels
yeah im a gangsta but not a dicipel, ha
Pce Ouutt, A-Town beee,
Boyz n da hood, you dont like it hell then scream at them (then)

[Chorus:]
Big Gee, (Big Gee) Zone 3, (Zone 3) Straight up out da gutta everbody know me, (who), Gorilla z-zoe, (everybody) on the east (zoe), southwest Atlana everybody know me. Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee, (Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me, Young gutta, (young gutta), Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.

Bite Down Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Chorus:]
Me neither, I can't lie
I'm still in the club
Poppin' bottles with my niggas
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' bud
Shorty what it does
My nigga what it do,
Pop a bean, bite down, do a line or two

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

[Verse 1:]
You know I fall up in the club
Thrown and blown as usual
Pocket's on swole
Better know we choosin' hoes
Only choosin' those
That hit the door in louie clothes,
Like to smoke dro
Pussy bigger then a tuba hole (hahaa)
I'm just bullshittin'
Doing shit how I usually do (yep)
Pay me no attention right now
I'm on a gram or two (damn)
My words might be slurred (slurred)
Vision's slightly blurred (blurred)
Swangin' down beer when I bang my rims against the curb (what the fuck)
Pissed off, ticked off, cussin', lookin' at the sky
I ain't mad about the rims
I'm mad cause I blow my high (my high)
And then I ask myself, what type of guy am I
I got some issues to adress, this I cannot lie

[Chorus:]
Me neither, I can't lie
I'm still in the club
Poppin' bottles with my niggas
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' bud
Shorty what it does
My nigga what it do,
Pop a bean, bite down, do a line or two

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

[Verse 2:]
I'm fucked up now lean and see my hat bent
On a purple bean feeling like the president
Im drinkin' liquor straight
Cuz this god damn bean just won't stop boosting up my heart rate
And I can't go to sleep cuz I'm scared to
I'm by myself in the blind playing peek a boo (boo)
TV on when I nap to fulfill me
Reaching for the heat every time the floor squeek
Fuck that staying high cuz I'm a hood nigga
Fuck something to eat god damn I feel good nigga
Higher then the gucci bag, louie vuitton stitchin'
Bitch I can't lie, eyes same color even before the tissue

[Chorus:]
Me neither, I can't lie
I'm still in the club
Poppin' bottles with my niggas
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' bud
Shorty what it does
My nigga what it do,
Pop a bean, bite down, do a line or two

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (get drunk)
Do a line (do a line)
Pop a bean (pop a bean)
Bite down (bite down) [x5]

[Verse 3:]
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Shawty I'm rollin
Bag full of dro and we keep on smokin'
Bottles keep poppin', ice still blowin'
Ran downtown so the hoes they go
Eyes half way closed, fallin' off my pevit
I'm leanin' just a lil bit, with the hoes, yea they dig it
The booty yea I tip it ,especially when I'm zuited
I'm still on that fluid, money we get to it

Get drunk (Get drunk)
Do a line (Do a line)
Pop a bean (Pop a bean)
Bite down (Bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (Get drunk)
Do a line (Do a line)
Pop a bean (Pop a bean)
Bite down (Bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (Get drunk)
Do a line (Do a line)
Pop a bean (Pop a bean)
Bite down (Bite down) [x5]

Get drunk (Get drunk)
Do a line (Do a line)
Pop a bean (Pop a bean)
Bite down (Bite down) [x5]

We Ready Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood (feat. Yung Joc)

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up
I'm ready, when you ready
If yall ready, well nigga we ready
I'm ready, if you ready
When yall ready, nigga we ready

[Verse 1: Big Gee]
A, who, I got a tag on my head dey wanna kill me
A couple tones and I kick dem niggas remember me
Dem niggas scared of me, dey don't wanna see my crew
Dey talkin in code he sayin what dey finna do
I let dem killas loose, try me Imma finish you
Fuck it won't you say it den, motha fucka spray me den
Where da hell Zone 3, damn there go Big Gee
Homegrown red dirt, watch on head buss
Why home tried us, I'd unside us
Find on da blind side, half em tied up
Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up
Masked up, Blast up, Ass up partna
Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland
Walkin with dat holy ghost, bushin up da motha land
Ya already know my name, hood dey call me Big Gee
Wit panicles on bicycles, on binnacles on Zone 3 (Edge)

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up
I'm ready, when you ready
If yall ready, well nigga we ready
I'm ready, if you ready
When yall ready, nigga we ready

[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
I got a mean appetite call me Starvin Marvin
Cuz I trap all night, at da Starvin Marvin
Chop neva scarred, not by far ho
Da chopper spell my name out in yo Monte Carlo
Suggest you keep it cool, keep it on da up and up
Get yo front on da scope, and yo chest gone open up
I leave ya shirt wet, like Slip N' Slide
Fuck wit real niggas like Mr. Exit 65
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ya had a fair one, and hommie look what you dun done
Now ya talking loud while ya runnin to ya car
Before ya pop ya trunk, Imma have to pull ya card
At the Amoco, over there on Boulevard
Somebody call the cops cuz I'm finna catch a charge
Ya tried to play hard, its concrete from Jump Street
Now ya slumped on ya front seats somewhere on Front Street

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up
I'm ready, when you ready
If yall ready, well nigga we ready
I'm ready, if you ready
When yall ready, nigga we ready

[Verse 3: Gorilla Zoe]
I'm robbin everything, runnin through ya trap house
First nigga move, turn into da Slaughterhouse
Dats a lot of beef, ya shouldn't run ya mouth
I got some killas on da West dat'll make ya walk it out
Snap ya neck pussy nigga make ya lean back
Big mess in da car couldn't clean dat
Tappin through da CB, I'm tryin to get some feedback
Hit da safe house, where da dope and da weed at
Monkey niggas in da game, yall orangutan
I'm Gorilla, civil back pentane
45 spifin with some black John Wayne
If a nigga wanna test em man dey wouldn't find a thang
I don't give a dam, about you rappas feelins
Aint nobody feedin me but junior hoes aint weed
If you want it you can get it man, in case you get to squealin
Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, Back in Da Chevy and we dealin

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up
I'm ready, when you ready
If yall ready, well nigga we ready
I'm ready, if you ready
When yall ready, nigga we ready

album: "Boyz N Da Hood" (2005)

Intro Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[P. Diddy (intro talking)]
Dis Bad Boy South bitch Block Entertainment
Ladies and Gentleman
Im about top introduce to you (Itz about dat time)
4 of tha realest niggaz to come up out tha hood
As I introduce to you (Boyz N da Hood, Boyz N Da Hood)
Jody Breeze, Big Duke
Tha O' G they call him Young Jeezy da snowman
and Big Gee tha Edge Hanger
These My Niggaz Boyz N Da Hood
Tha Hardest group to come out of da Souf
Block Entertainment da label
Bad Boy South tha Empire
And We Wont Stop
We Cant Stop
ATL muthafukaz
Lets do it Big Gee

[Big Gee (verse 1)]
Boyz N Da Hood, Big Gee
I'm tha edge hanger head banger third leg swanger
Danger trick mangler spit led at tha fedz aimer
Hang a bitch fuk tryin to change her (fuk tryin to change her)
Anger wit tha most dangerous chrome fit to have u pissin out ya anus

[Big Duke (verse 2)]
Now its 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 dat get lite and turn to cop poppers

[Young Jeezy (verse 3)]
Im a nextel chirping gun totein' brick living fool
Buy a grand a day so I dropped outta high skool (Yeeeeaah)
Jeezy real nigga u da faker (WHAT)
Could read a bitch azz nigga like a newspaper

[Jody Breeze (verse 4)]
Okay Now from a year ago hundred bills still fold
Summertime air forces winter time still told
U talk a good game but ya'll niggaz aint real tho'
World Wide or Underground when Im around niggaz kno'

Aye Wat They Kno Nigga
Boyz N Da Hood Nigga

Boyz N Da Hood Interlude Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

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

[Jody Breeze]
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.

[Duke]
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.

[Young Jeezy]
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.

Dem Boyz Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Intro: P. Diddy]
Bad Boys South
Block Entertainment
I see you block!
Boyz N Da Hood
I like this right here
You all ready?
Come on
Let's ride
It's 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 you all what you all need (To give you all what you all need) (What you all need)

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga

[Hook:]
It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit)
Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin')
Yeah we're 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 it's 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 had to open up a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If it's still in the rap we'll swap it out (yeah!)
(ahee) Let me hop off in the shower
And get myself together I'm gonna 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]

[Jody Breeze]
Well look into the eyes of a young gutta nigga
Loyal to the game out here trying to make a come up nigga
Serving lots of jay, cocking blocks
Knocking country niggas out they Dr. Jay (out they Dr. Jay)
Fucking with a mobster
Cock sucker 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 ammunition 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' more
I give you what you ask for (ask for)
5 for the 50 nigga
Gone before I hit you nigga

[Hook]

[Duke]
Yo, now I'm an eastside resider
Keep niggas liver than hotter
Stanking like clam chowder
If they thinking that they wilder (OK)
Every since I can remember
I been toating that tember
Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December (ah! [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 Dukey posted up
Right off Exit 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]

Felonies Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[HOOK]
Whats 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 aint got no button to rewind
I react of instinct I aint 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 dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy Brown nigga I cant 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 yall make yall 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 thats 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 dont 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
Yall niggas just talking, yall niggas aint ready
Yall niggas dont want none of dis
While yall 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]

Look Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]

[Duke:]
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 thats 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 chevys on blaze
And a trap to the moon, one heat one game

[Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):]
Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look)
Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)
We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look)
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)

[Jody Breeze:]
Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again
Breezin in with one of yall 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)]

[Big Gee:]
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)
Thats 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 aint 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 im 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)]

[Young Jeezy:]
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 aint seen in a couple of years
When i ball I see a gansta they dont 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 [x2]

Gangstas Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood (feat. Eazy-E)

[Intro]
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block E-N-T
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, Lets Go

[Jody Breeze]
From the A all the way to Compton
They say the new N-W-A is coming
Keep your basses bumping
Stay away from who fake & fronting
Try and play me, I'mma take your face to thumping
I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothing
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box Chevy murder any man standing
Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standing

[Eazy-E]
I got beat for the street to the 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 A-C
Rolling down Crenshaw see the hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping, See the foes hopping
My stereo's bumping that A-T-L funk
You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps

[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 The Street
[Jody Breeze]
All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it
This just the beginning so don't fuck with us
[Eazy-E]
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 The Street
[Young Jeezy]
Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart
Come talking that trash and we'll pull your car

[Young Jeezy]
I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no 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

[Duke]
From the south to west, I stay in a vest
Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest
Let you trip, you disrespect, you get checked
More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck
I must confess theres got to be something in the water
Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder
Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes
Trying to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow

[Chorus]

[Wiz]
Yeah, I'm cruising down the street in my L-A-C
Blowing good kenwood, bumping Eazy e
We them boyz in the hood, in the hood I be
We out the fryer, freaking all the g's
I got paint to sniff, for all the J's I got thanks for you
If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean
You bad niggaz better tang your lip
You gonna fuck around and get in some gangsta shit

[Big Gee]
All black boys with them toys 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 his 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-a-way

[Chorus]

Don't Put Your Hands On Me Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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 better stay in your place (don't put your hands on me)

[Jody Breeze]
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

[Young Jeezy]
Fuck security they a bunch of hoes
Bout to get they damn thongs exposed (yeeaahh)
And I got that feeling
Say the wrong damn 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

[Chorus]

[Duke]
Niggaz looking like they want some action
Shake something lets 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
Cuz the shits 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 dealing wit
Watch them dumb fucks cuddle up when the tool clicks

[Big Gee]
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 southeastern 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

[Chorus]

[Duke]
Now I'm off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted
You don't wanna test the gangsta when the grams get tooted
Pack a plastic pistol partner please believe I'll shoot it
It's the perfect time and place when you want me to prove it

[Big Gee]
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

[Young Jeezy]
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

[Jody Breeze]
At any time I'm willing to pop the clip in
Cock back one up in ya hip and 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

[Chorus]

Bitches & Bizness Lyrics – 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

[chorus]
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

[chorus]

Trap Niggaz Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Chorus: Young Jeezy + (Jody Breeze)]
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

[Jody Breeze + (Young Jeezy)]
Well first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
Cause the way I'm feelin nigga, I wanna take it all
(Fa Real Shawty) What Up Nigga? (Pump your breaks, slow your roll dude)
What? (If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin all god damn reckless on my phone)
Well I'm just saying though, I'm just telling you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
I never asked your ass for a half of
Nothing, cause I already have what they ask for
(Your mouth too fly dawg, Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg, I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg)
Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringing them bummas in truck loads too
Yea, I ain't but 19 nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me cause I know coke
(Believe that bullshit if you wanna
Word boy, I shot at em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that c-word)
Ay, come on man, I'm from the West Side
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough boy, we moving blow boy
And we's hotter than the stove in 94 boy
(Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest
Ay, cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking for your autograph

[Chorus]

Still Slizzard Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

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 cuz 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

No Talkin' Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Jody Breeze]
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

[Chorus - Big Gee]
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

[Big Gee]
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

[Chorus]

[Duke]
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

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
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)

[Chorus]

Happy Jamz Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

Racisim at an all tyme high and the acodimy fuked up wtf we partyn fo man

youll 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 u 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 sence 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 aint lyin mi niggaz
pumpin the nine stead they droppin like flies see we livin like larry james see most of a us high im
pullin guard from anything u want me ya die mi sister had ?? ona clik mi pistols had ansers thad get us
60 yrs but i aint wanna see mi uncle had cancer in the dik mi aunty had cancer in the ass she aint even
want a shit died round 1986
niggaz all up ta BIG GEE n im broker than a slump bitch

[chorus]

y u 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 aint much u can
do but get drunk n roll another blunt withchya crew but all the ?? soldiers i feel im due for a blessn
late nite 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 cuz i smile doesnt it mean im in a good mood hate ta lose mi mama
cuz that lady cooked sum good food n i dnt mean ta b rude but fuk the world all i need is the mom mi son
n babygurl niccca

[chorus]

only depend on a few in this lifetyme show love cuz u never know when u might die might try ta get mi
mama out these projects only live day ta day never known wuts next cuzzin died n a car crash from a broke
neck riden n a solen car wit no i.d. i hate that but thats the way this durty world rotates u gotta take
control a ur own life n seal ur own fate

mi mama wuz an og mi daddy wuz an og b 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 im goin
thru 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 u kno captilize over wut they create, u kno, so wut
happnin rite now, iz the mob baby, the real mob, face, mi mutha fukn rymes nigga, ya kno uhh i nvr make a
happy jam cuz there aint nuthn ta smile about, ya kno, n if u thinkn a nigga playin keep fukn wit me
young mathers, BIGG GEE, THA STREETZ

If U A Thug Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

Yup yup ok
ya ya
boyz n da hood
ay ya
lets go
ay ya
jody breeze big duke young jeezy gee

[chorus]

[JODY BREEZE]
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

[BIG DUKE]
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

[VERSE 1]

[JODY BREEZE]

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)

[chorus]

[JODY BREEZE]
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

[BIG DUKE]
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

[BIG DUKE]
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

[chorus]

[JODY BREEZE]
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

[BIG DUKE]
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

[GEE]
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

[chorus]

[JODY BREEZE]
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

[repeats 4x]

Lay It Down Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood

[Intro]
Gon turn this one up right here pimp if ya ballin in da club yall already kno

[Chorus]
I lay this whole club down
(la la la la la la la la)
get ya hands up but i aint here to party
lay it down
(la la la la la la la la)
get ya hands up but i aint 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 u
ride wit the scope i call it the master
put it in they face dog to make they mind up faster
ay gimme all u got
but u can keep yalittle necklace an that bullshit watch (i aint got nothin man)
u bullshittin me
u betta lay it down nigga like u 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 aint playin we aint 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 u feel tha fire
an still desire an ready to bust
so whateva u got nigga give to us

[Chorus]
[Duke]

yall in tha club bobbin an weavin
im just tryna hit a lick an leave u slobbin an bleedin
hope u niggas dont thank that we teasin
its a drought on the street so thats a good enough reason
so tha next time u niggas wanna lean back
dont be surprised to find a gat where ya spleen at
an i dont need a solo stack this a team sack
if u dont 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 u ballas face-down on the rug
i want u all butt-naked turn the(?) into a strip club

[Chorus]
[Big Gee]

what if i ran in yo shit nigga beat u 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 im crushin ya bone
or get some acid,iodine hardto pour on ya bone
dont slip hack saw off tha fangertips
cut ya foots at the angles makin sure u dissapear
dental records cant tell who u is
cuz 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

Pussy M.F's Lyrics – Boyz N Da Hood (feat. Trick Daddy)

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker

[Trick Daddy]
I fight fire with fire, sneakin through lines with mine
Tote A.K.'s and 9's, if you try me fuck nigga you dying
Like the cops and robbers, coming cocked I'ma rob you
Open shop, sellin bags of weed and dummy blocks
Ask pops about us, he'll tell ya we got em
? rocks, and some of that baby powder
Breaker Breaker one-nine, Adair County for life
If you drop a dime or testify, boy you die
Fuck all you motherfuckers, snitches and undercovers
Goin for them, I'm going over there to do you brother
Who gon protect ya then, you'd best to check it in
Sell your house, hide out, don't come back here again
You damn backstabber, I looked out for ya
You used to be my homie, 'till ya put the cops on me
Home boy it's ugly, you know I gots to cut you
You tried me like a sucker, so nigga motherfuck you

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker

[Jody Breeze]
I'm from the city where they they tote glocks, chop rocks
Ride spinnin wheels and they'll steal ya car and send it to the chop-shop
50 slabs in my socks, couple grams in my drawers
We ain't even in the club and everybody tipsy dog
Down south dope dealing, ride high smoke Phillies
We come watch how I, ride by and smoke niggaz
Call me Mr. Toucan Man, I bought a new tan band
With two K's in the palm of my hand, to show we ain't playing
Where you stand is where you land, sprayin with either hand
Wings expand like eagles but land like Peter Pan
Pull off in the Regal Man, rollin that reefer
Holdin a lethal, felony piece in my pants
And when I see them people I'm mashing the gas in the Jag
stashin the mask with the cash Bumping that Beanie Sigel
And when you see my my pants matching my brand
Brand matching the band and the band matching the benz homie
And when I'm creeping, I'm sneakin a bitch from France
I'm freakin her she so freaky she sleeps in the 3-point stance

[Hook: Trick Daddy (Young Jeezy)]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, (Yeah) but
If you really want it, (Oh) you
Gotta come and get it, (Yeah) you pussy motherfucker (Let's get it)
So you say you want it, (Oh) but
If you really want it, (Yeah) you
Gotta come and get it, (Hey) you pussy motherfucker

[Young Jeezy]
Hey fuck boy yeah you where your balls at? (Balls at, Yeah)
Got the fitted cap, right where your drawers at (Drawers at, Yeah)
And I'll kill all of y'all (Let's get it, yeah)
Make ya bald head like a bowling ball (Bowling Ball)
I tried to tell him he ain't understand (What)
So I sprayed his whole crib like the Orkin Man (Orkin Man)
I'm bout this money and this damn powder (Powder)
Leave your hood ground zero like the Twin Towers (What)
Y'all put his ass in a pine box (Yeah)
Black suit black top with the matching socks (Matching socks)
For playin with my damn cake (Cake)
I'll have your ass laying still like some dead weight (What, WHAT)
On the grind for these mega chips (Yep)
Flippin fake lays and I ain't talkin 'tato chips (Nigga)
If you ain't real then you'd better chill (What)
If he ain't got my damn money I'ma Kill Bill

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker

Keep It N' Da Hood 2Nite lyrics - boyz n da hood

Ok ok
boyz n da hood
ya lets go
smoke sum smoke sum
lets ride ay lets ride a lets ride
ya

[Chorus]
well even do u look good 2night, ay we gona keep it on da hood 2night, in da hood 2night
and we can ride in wateva u like, but we gonna keep it in da hood 2night (in da hood 2night)
being on da ice and dont forget da dice, ay we gonna keep it on da hood 2night (in da hood 2night)
wateva we doin we doin it right, but we gonna keep it in da hood 2night

[Duke]
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, the see me showin love to young gig and sosa, but its all propa,
aint no bail hoppas, see a bunch of young gangstas so they wanna stop us, cuz 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,
lets go get they head right like a fited hat, i aint bout to spend a dime unless i get it back, now u
monkey niggaz tell me how real iz dat

[Chorus]

[Big Gee]
we gonna roll down peacetry street get a room off araf david avanat, in all da suit, hit the licors
store on white hall, get sumthin to eat, at the a crof and chever on hot wing 10 peice, go to OG get
sumthin to cheat, a post up and leace a house, a holla to free, all the kids in da hood instead of
followin me, luv to see me come around and get dollas from me, red doggs still rollin threw twice a week,
til my folk got crack, 5 dollas a peice, and everbody got gats, cant aford da streets, we boyz n da hood
so we startin them G's so get dem gunns ready

[Chorus]

[Jody Breeze]
West side well me and da rest of da real and da best dat is iz, out cher (out cher) cadalac, da reals
out cher ya'll already know what it iz out cher, erbody fresh, erbody clean, fresh white tee, haneechi on
da G, ya a young playa in da flesh da hoes over here we we aint gonna leave, so tell your girl to tell
her girl to come holla at a playa cuz ima nail her first, and afta dat ima send u to da club, head back
to da trap, and sell slaps on da curb (ya hurd)

[Chorus]

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