Boyz N Da Hood - Bitches & Bizness lyrics

rate me

We gone do it like this

From the A-T-L

all the way down to the 305 MIA

Cocaine capital nigga

yeah the boyz n da hood

The bizness is bitches

the pussy i keep in my pocket

the niggas keep watchin

they know I'll be rockin my watches

G's keep knockin

they know I'll be shootin to spot 'em

the boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product

my niggas get slizzard

I'm smokin and chillin in pradas

fuck a 9 to 5

we gone just do what we gotta

I'm in the chevy thang

everything runnin is proper

dont come to close

cuz I'm subject to ?? my chopper

we in the streets (in the streets)

who got the weed (got the weed)

i got a couple keys

wanta eat fuck wit me

you dont want to see me pissed off (yeah)

fuck until my dicks off (boyz n da hood)

nigga this is riff ruff

now i rock a lot of ice cuz I'm keepin it slum (im keepin it slum)

six lugs at the bottom lockin

keep 'em in tone

crack rock cocaine what we keep where I'm from

you dont believe me nigga come and see where I'm from

keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum

the police tryin to keep the concrete on my palm

but i got shit to do

and I got bricks to move (okay)

but y'all are playin for 4 mil

you can get for 2 nigga

and try to play me dude

and I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes

and I dont mean the ones that your babies use

i know i talk about my niggas a lot

but i shoot too

give me something to nut up about

and watch me shoot you

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I woke about 6 in the mornin

gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin

hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)

by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)

I woke about 6 in the mornin

gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin

hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)

by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)

from dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes

keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on

we'll creep up in yo home

hangin by yo bitches thongs

say you's a gorilaa say what happened to king kong

we real play makers and this is not ESPN

welcome to the gutter

now watch the shit fest begin

ain't no fuckin Jack Triple but I'm bakin cakes

plus my cakes triple what that fag makes

fuckin just to stay awake makin sure i dont stumble

granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers

call us cookie monsters makin cookie niggas crumble

catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble

I'm gone tote the poll lock and load

shoot till you hear that BOW

take my time speak my mind like I'm ??

got a country slang baby you can tell aint it

you can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us

still keep a stankin kitchen

cuz in the midst of the caine on the way the crack smell durin the intermission

triple beam hand held hanksty

got some caine stain colored on the finger nail

chrome black dished back up til i ??

saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red

I'm gone rap for these packed heads

gats crack sells sex and blacks that want to stapck mils

smokin on the purple stack runnin in yo house ramblin wondering where the work is at

hoes in the third still hollerin wheir the purses at

phone in atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey)

6:45 am lifes great got the bacon soda I'm cookin pancakes (thats right)

where I'm from nigga I'm the man

take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah)

I ain't playin i got hella choppers

call my partnas then they got helicopters

(thats right)

just like my old job but a lil' different (what)

I used to work at churches chicken

but now i cook my chicken to my own kitchen

a kitchen fork and a glass pocket

try to rob if you want get ya ass shot

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