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

I break the with ease, it's a gift to me
I the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat
sounds banging loud like a symphony
You fake trying to mack, it's just sense to me
I'ma keep it on the real 'bout hogging life

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

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

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

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

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

I put part up to your Cavaliers
I'm like with the glock
Or Obi One with the glock
I put the beam to your head
And rob you niggaz

When you blink and bread in
Have you hollering and scream
you scared in a hospital bed
And you that you dead but you're not
Get you shot glock, shot it's popped
Then cocked and unlocked from the top

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

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

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

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

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