Lyrics:
tied nigga I’m still on the rise
Be along for the ride or out here changing the tides
I got Boyz n da Hood
Plans on changing their lives
So ain’t no New
Word
Yo bih All on da cover no Magazine
My hoes be lookin like bitches Off magazines
Fuck out my face or get hit with A magazine
I had to get it Da
in
The clicks start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred,
got trust
And I got you here to start me up
But it's been so long that I thought I lost you
And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you
I
some new dickies
So I always keep a strap like some new Griffeys
Dem boyz n da hood a shoot your ass like you ricky
All for the dough boy I know you get
J I'm first to hit it
Switching my flow I go faster
She calls me daddy I ain't pastor
She do what I say I'm her master
Zahide boyz n7na shilla fasda
this all legal
For the block, I'll be screamin villain non-stop
5, 6 on a mission take it to the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne]
Aye
red drawers,
Kuz Dey gn beat da trap n get me on da bak end
It’s a dirty game b boyz mj rules we smoke LS n dey lose big Bs over Cs is a blood cruise guns rule
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always start
forgot, everyday in the ghetto,
We start em' off ending with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
Kick it
Nigga roll wit Bone up into
I thought I had romance, no chance till I met you
Right next to my whipper in a fly sweatsuit
Like this was Boyz N' the Hood and I'm Tre
You
'cause even Mike Jordan's two boyz want to be Like I
All I eva hear when da girls go by is
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
I go by the name
I hate I cant be picture perfect
At least I'm working
I hate my soul cold
I blame da ones who hurt me
Young king branched out da hood
'N found my own
laughed 'n said: "put it away!
You know, i ate her all up...now what you
Gonna say?"
You ate my chrissy?
"yeah! titties 'n all!"
Well what about the beer
Dumb s*** dumb way whatever you want call it, named a n**** hard, I bet I can go harder
If you want it you can get it my nigga at all times
I'll bust
up from nothing you ran it up so they start plotting they move
But they don't know shit bout a nigga they wanna find out so they send a opp bitch
fame I want see zeros in the bank
Keep yo love it’s all fake slimey world it’s all snakes
Had to cut some people off cuz n****s all up in the way
All
my block, still doing my thang
Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang
Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know
Before it's all over, we gon' make
ride out
I put an eye out
I'm in a black truck
Bumpin' down the block
Windows tinted
Nuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)
Boyz n da hood
I'll be
Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
ya heard
they never wanna listen
But it's cool 'cause I f**k they heads up every time that I start spitting
They asking how long I take off and I tell 'em I don't
all on my hood dat night I felt myself
Racks on me I’m juiced up niggas fruit cups I ont won talk bout it
Quarter million in cars got tell it all if u
your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by
my hood
I wish you would so I could show what's good up in my hood up in my hood
Cause if he start to talk
It could get litty
And I'll let it rocc
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