It's A Boy Thing Lyrics - Singles - Az The Visualiza

AZ: 

Yeah...Where's it at? 

From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip 

Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit 

Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit 

Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day shit 

Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines 

I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline 

Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up? 

See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck 

Too many on the same block, same talk 

In fact they all probably cop from the same spot 

I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it 

Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented 

Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute 

Play the block smellin' easy miyach, I'm buried in it 

It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin' 

Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin' 

Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind 

Told the only way to get doe is if you grind 

CHORUS: Nature (AZ) 

Some thugs have all the luck 

While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that) 

Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still caught in the game 

It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah) 

It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it) 

Some thugs have all the luck (We got this) 

Some thugs have all the fame 

AZ: 

So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold 

Cars we all drove, hoes we all know 

Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow 

Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low 

It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go 

It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow 

It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me 

To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit me 

Plus my connects still hit me 

What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy 

What makes a man? Most y'all niggas fakin' y'all hand 

Wrong shit up in you cake mix takin' your grams 

If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do 

Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew 

Big boys play for large sums 

Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come 

It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change 

Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine 

You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week 

Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets 

CHORUS: Nature (AZ) 

Some thugs have all the luck (Wha) 

While some thugs feel all the pain (You know?) 

Locked up doin' major time (Double digits), or on the block still caught 

in the game 

It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half) 

It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown) 

AZ: 

Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money 

Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me 

Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin' 

We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin' 

Turkeys on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips 

Seven day trips, bitches just lovin' the dip 

Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs 

Just bank accounts, different ammounts, fuck a bid 

We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin' 

Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin' 

Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left 

Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest 

CHORUS: Nature (AZ) 

Some thugs have all the luck 

While some thugs feel all the pain (You know) 

Locked up doin' major time (25 with a L), or on the block still caught 

in the game 

It's a boy thing (Woar) 

Some thugs have all the luck 

While some thugs feel all the pain (It's like this) 

Locked up doin' major time (It's on & on & on), or on the block still 

caught in the game 

It's a boy thing 

AZ: 

Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's 

like this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas gnawin' off this 

shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the fuck? We 

out