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Boyz-N-Blue, at you
Now tell me, are you gonna do
Now tell me, are you gonna do
we come at you?

I break the microphone with ease, it's a to me
I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the
Daily sounds banging loud a symphony
You fake niggaz to mack, it's just sense to me
I'ma keep it on the real 'bout this hogging

Everyday we scrill, trying to ball for life
Keep the money on my mind, one all time
Other dummies gonna when we come out shining
It's and simple, I'ma get this do'
Kick a nigga in his face like I his do'
Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this

Daily solo, known for spending his do'
I'ma hit this hoe change locations
I'm hungry for the green, so I stays impatient
Green light on the mic, I'ma change the
Sir on the mic, so don't change the station

Boyz-N-Blue, at you
Now me, what are you gonna do
Now me, what are you gonna do
we come at you?

Killa with his hands like Vince Dasene
Keep a with a light, that's named Prince Hakim
Get more respect than a king, and a prince you
I heard you nice with the mic, gotta my team
I wreck every beat I'm on, it's my duty, mayn

Make a hit and don't say shit like Tang
I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big
Rock and handcuffing or a trick, you big sissy
So pay me you owe me on the block

I put this up to your Cavaliers
I'm Kobe with the glock
Or Obi One Kinobi the glock
'Cause I put the to your head
And rob you niggaz

When you and your bread in
Have you niggaz hollering and
When you in a hospital bed
And you dream that you dead but not
Get you shot glock, when it's popped
it's cocked and unlocked from the top

Boyz-N-Blue, at you
Now tell me, are you gonna do
Now me, what are you gonna do
When we at you?

It's time, I'm feeling like this is my prime
I got a lot of shit on my mind when I put it
I'm to put seven circles behind my dolla signs
And push a top, that's hand designed
With a B on the behind, like a boss

Valet it, run up my penthouse
I'm hungry, of being starving Marvin
Had to hit Interscope and Jimmy let's bargain
The Dirty South Arching, to us
It's us Boyz-N-Blue, leaving boys in

In God we trust, 'cause He with us
My whole team supreme, hot sped up
Slim Thugger, the Slim Thug that I am so
'Cause how my brain was programmed
It's the Boss, best respect my fam
Or bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam

Boyz-N-Blue, at you
Now tell me, what are you do
Now tell me, what are you do
When we at you?