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Geyeah! Geyeah - ayyy |
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Get it Boyz N Da Hood nigga, Boyz N Da Hood |
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Ayy, ayy |
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(Chorus: Boyz N Da Hood) |
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Carbon 15's, AK's and Mac 11's |
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Bout to send you pussy niggaz on a stairway to heaven |
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Ayy - ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy |
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Ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy |
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(Verse One) |
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I took a sip and then I checked my pistol, then I hit my sack |
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and grabbed the phone, think I better call my sister, cause I need mo' gats |
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Nigga just bounced of prison and made the decision on how he gon' act |
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In the back of the club swoll up like the Hulk gettin bust |
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Steady talkin 'bout who he gon' trap |
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Who, meeee? Southwest Atlanta O.G. |
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Great with the hand like the Gingerbread Man |
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But I pull the four-fifth just as fast as I can |
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Y'all niggaz ain't used to the pain |
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I don't even think y'all fucks ain't got no gat |
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I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood |
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I can tell by the way y'all act |
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I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war |
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Tell from your chest you ain't got no heart |
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I can tell how you walkin, got no game |
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Thangs on us plus thangs in the car - yeah |
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Bopped and banged and popped and drained and pained and |
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dropped him maimed him dead, now thank the stainless |
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(Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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(Verse Two) |
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Yo.. yo, nigga straighten y'all faces up, but we know y'all fake as fuck |
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Y'all niggaz ain't got no balls, we know y'all niggaz ain't made like us |
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Lotta y'all fin' to get called out, lotta y'all fin' to lose y'all clout |
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If the rood to the riches lead through my hood it's best you change y'all route |
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Cause we like to play bump and rob |
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We can handle with the heat or we can squab |
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It don't make a bit of difference to me |
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Cause potnah we roll just like the mob |
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Y'all niggaz keep beatin y'all chest |
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Find someone else to impress |
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'Fore you get yo' back blowed out |
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Cause you felt the need for you to flex |
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A nigga raised to plot and scheme, and everyday live for the pop that thing |
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When it comes to this crack cocaine I put that thang to side of your brain |
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(Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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(Verse Three) |
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Y'all niggaz ain't real - y'all niggaz ain't real |
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Y'all niggaz ain't trill - y'all niggaz ain't trill |
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When it's time to ride |
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Jeezy the first one to grab the steel - grab the steel |
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Y'all niggaz some hoes - y'all niggaz some hoes |
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Y'all niggaz some bitches - y'all niggaz some bitches |
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Heard you turned state's - WHAT?! |
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Y'all niggaz some snitches - y'all niggaz some snitches |
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Y'all niggaz some frauds - y'all niggaz some frauds |
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Y'all niggaz some fakes - y'all niggaz some fakes |
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Doin all that flexin - doin all that flexin |
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And ain't got no cake - ain't got no cake |
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I'ma tell you like a nigga told me (geyeah) |
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Blow about everything around me (yeah) |
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Right in the Trap is where you find me (let's get it) |
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Try to rob me dawg it ain't likely (ayy) |
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Real niggaz dawg I run with them (that's right) |
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O.G., Meezy and Gangsta Slim (geyeah) |
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Ride the whole clip until I'm finished |
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Hold up - wait one motherfuckin minute (let's go) |
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Y'all lames y'all know how the game go (what) |
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Can't find you, shoot up your kinfolk (geyeah) |
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C-T-E to the sho' nuff crew (ayy) |
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Who's the killer, me or you? |
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(Chorus) |