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504 Boyz - Big Toys lyrics
Krazy) What what what what what (Chorus) (Krazy) Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys (X4) (Mac) Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best (?) the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) (Chorus)(X2) (Krazy) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether (?) bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga (Chorus)(X2) (D.I.G.) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life Im thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I aint hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga (Chorus) (X4 |
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