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 



[chorus]