We gone do it like From the All the way to the 305 MIA capital, nigga Yeah, the N Da Hood
The bizness is The pussy I in my pocket The niggas watchin' They know I'll be rockin' my
G's knockin' know I'll be shootin' to spot 'em The N Da Hood Strictly distribute the
My get slizzard I'm and chillin' in Pradas a 9 to 5 We gone just do we gotta
I'm in the Chevy Everything runnin' is Don't to close 'Cuz I'm to [Incomprehensible] my chopper
We in the streets, in the Who got the weed, got the I got a couple Wanna eat, wit me
You don't want to see me off, yeah until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood Nigga, this is ruff
Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm it slum Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in Crack rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from
Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug in my bum The police tryin' to the concrete on my palm But I got to do And I got to move, okay
But are playin' for 4 mil You can get for 2 nigga and try to play me And I'm put yo ass in some baby shoes And I don't mean the that your babies use
I I talk about my niggas a lot But I too Give me to nut up about And watch me you
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen
I woke about 6 in the Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin' Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen
dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes Keep a tone, y'all want it bring it on creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs Say you's a gorilla, say happened to King Kong
We real play makers and this is not to the gutter, now watch the shit fest begin Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin' my cakes triple, what that fag makes
Fuckin' just to stay awake, sure I never stumble Granted my bank statement look like social security numbers us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble Catch a double digit jersey number if you
I'm gone tote the poll and load Shoot you hear that bow Take my time, speak my mind like I'm Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, it
You can kill too, a lot of us got feds at us Still a stankin' kitchen 'Cuz in the of the caine On the way, the crack smell durin' the
Triple beam hand hanksty Got some caine colored on the finger nail Chrome black dished back up til I Saw him walk a thin but it's not a fat red
I'm rap for these packed heads Gats crack, sells sex and blacks want to stack mils Smokin' on the stack in yo house ramblin' wondering where the work is at
Hoes in the third, hollerin' where the purses at Phone in Atlanta, the family where they murked at 6:45 am, great, got the bacon soda I'm pancakes, that's right
Where I'm nigga, I'm the man Take him out, him down like a lap dance I ain't playin', I got hella Call my partnas then got helicopters, that's right like my old job but a lil' different, what
I used to work at chicken But now I cook my to my own kitchen A kitchen fork and a glass Try to rob if you get ya ass shot
I about 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen
I about 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen