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Tytuł: Them Boyz

  • Wykonawca: 504 Boyz
  • Wy¶wietleń: 487
[Mac]
  Who dat nigga?
  What?
  Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown)
  Mac
  
  [Chorus]
  Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
  you better watch them boyz
  Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
  you better watch them boyz
  
  [X-Con]
  See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat
  See that nigga in the black he got the sack
  See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit
  And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard)
  See calio boys they don't give a fuck
  But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up
  When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass
  Run from the taz then hustle and grab
  The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt
  But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard)
  
  [Chorus x3]
  
  [Mac]
  Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth?
  I know them boys know me
  I know them boys heard of me
  Probally wanna murder me
  Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride
  But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on
  Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin)
  Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right
  Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like
  You niggas must be made of (?)
  Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on
  Tell the D.J. cut the lights on
  So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Master-P]
  They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap
  Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?)
  Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches
  You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me
  I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end
  God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in
  Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw
  Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so
  Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us
  It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous
  All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference
  Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners
  
  [Chorus x2]