[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
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
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.
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]
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]
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]
[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]
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