G-Unit - Boy Boy lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Tougher than leather, nigga
I'm tougher than an African kid runnin' bare foot in the gullies, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'? Tough. OG now, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
(Verse: Tony Yayo)
To all livin' things around me
Cash rules errythin' around me
Yo music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Scorpio from Serbia, catch ya in traffic
Twenty round clip, curved magazine
& ya could leave the Earth over small lil things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
& ya ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
'Em Seattle Seahawks, ya throwin' bullets like Wilson
(Verse 2: Young Buck)
White sheets cova his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed yo man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even comin' around here was a death plan
& if a nigga cosign that he a 'yes man'
Shoot the fuck outta fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game gettin' stuck up
When shit real ya get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch fo' a shield
(Nahwimsayin'?) Thank ya, fo' real
(Hook)
Bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
When yo mouth to be shootin'
Ya find out that we been shootin' all along
Bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
Ya get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit thru' ya then we gon'
Bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
Boy, don't let me catch ya slippin', boy boy
Boy, ya know I get to trippin', boy boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy boy
Boy, ya know I get to trippin', boy boy
(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)
My $ up when them mills come
LA Reid wit the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine wit the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch wit h double Dz
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the mornin'
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to yo do', tho
I show that bitch how to breathe unda water
Excuse moi, French bitch is bendin' ova
Snatch em out the whip, throw em in the Range Rover
Snitches & phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
Frivage, but why they textin' 'bout lizard body?
Frank Lucas put flowers on bunk graves erry Tuesday
That's loyalt-eh & don't listen to errythin' yo lawyer say!
Red dot, surgery wit the laser
Have a nigga missin' like that plane from Malaysia
(Verse 4: Kidd Kidd)
Fo' fo's, long nose is gonzo
100 rounds, drum on the K, that's bonko
Runnin' yo mouth wit deadly convos, I clap like 'bravo'
Bend back fo' the encore, nigga, huuh
Ya pussy niggas think ya got 9 lives
I'mma make sure I stick ya mo' than 9 times
Wit that ice pick I'm a cold killa
Ya tuckin' yo tail & growin' whiskers, rat nigga!
(Hook)
