[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]
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]
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]
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
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]
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
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
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