Bitches S & Bizness Lyrics - Singles - Boyz N Da Hood

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 

Don't come to close 

'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my chopper 

We in the streets, in the streets 

Who got the weed, got the weed 

I got a couple keys 

Wanna eat, fuck wit me 

You don't 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 

Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone 

Crack rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm from 

You don't 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 don't 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 

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 gorilla, 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 never 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 [Incomprehensible] 

Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, ain't 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 [Incomprehensible] 

Saw him walk a thin line but it's not a fat red 

I'm gone rap for these packed heads 

Gats crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack mils 

Smokin' on the purple stack 

Runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering where the work is at 

Hoes in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at 

Phone in Atlanta, ring the family where they murked at 

6:45 am, life's great, got the bacon soda 

I'm cookin' pancakes, that's right 

Where I'm from nigga, I'm the man 

Take him out, break him down like a lap dance 

I ain't playin', I got hella choppers 

Call my partnas then they got helicopters, that's 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 

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