Nigga get outta line, and we gon em up wit one of mine, and we gon draw blood Nigga tryin to shine, and we gon em up Tryin to rep his side, and we gon em up
I'm ready, you ready If yall ready, well, we ready I'm ready, if you When ready, nigga we ready
A, who, I got a tag on my they wanna kill me A couple tones and I dem niggas remember me Dem niggas scared of me, they don't wanna see my They talkin in code, he sayin what they do
I let dem loose, try me I'mma finish you Fuck it, won't you say it den, mothafucka me den Where da hell Zone 3, damn go Big Gee Homegrown red dirt, on head buss
Why tried us, I had unside us Find on da side, half em tied up Task folks tried us, up 9 up Masked up, blast up, ass up
Give a a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland Walkin with dat holy ghost, bushin up da motha Ya know my name, hood they call me Big Gee Wit panicles on bicycles, on binnacles on 3
get outta line, and we gon fuck em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon blood tryin to shine, and we gon show em up Tryin to rep his side, and we gon em up
I'm ready, you ready If yall ready, well, we ready I'm ready, if you When yall ready, we ready
I got a mean appetite, call me Starvin I trap all night, at da Starvin Marvin Chop scarred, not by far ho Da chopper my name out in yo Monte Carlo
Suggest you keep it cool, it on da up and up Get yo front on da scope, and yo gone open up I leave ya shirt wet, like Slip N' Fuck wit real niggas like Mr. 65
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ya had a one And hommie what you dun done Now ya talking while ya runnin to ya car Before ya pop ya trunk, I'mma have to pull ya
At the Amoco, over on Boulevard Somebody call the cause I'm finna catch a charge You tried to play hard, its concrete from Jump Now you slumped on you front somewhere on Front Street
Nigga get line, and we gon fuck em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon blood Nigga tryin to shine, and we gon em up Tryin to rep his side, and we gon em up
I'm ready, you ready If ready, well, nigga we ready I'm ready, if you When ready, nigga we ready
I'm everything, runnin through ya trap house First nigga move, into da slaughterhouse a lot of beef, you shouldn't run ya mouth I got some killas on da West dat'll you walk it out
Snap ya neck pussy, nigga, make you back Big mess in da car couldn't dat Tappin through da CB, I'm tryin to get some Hit da safe house, where da dope and da at
niggas in da game, yall orangutan I'm Gorilla, back pentane 45 spifin with some black John If a wizard and pissin, man, they wouldn't find a thang, no
I don't give a dam you rappas feelin's nobody feedin' me but junior hoes ain't weed If you want it you can get it' man, in you get to squealin Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, back in da and we dealin
get outta line, and we gon fuck em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon draw tryin to shine, and we gon show em up Tryin to rep his side, and we gon em up
I'm ready, you ready If yall ready, well, nigga we I'm ready, if you When yall ready, we ready