Boy Boy

G-Unit

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    Tougher than leather, nigga
    I'm tougher than an african kid
    Running bare-foot in the gullies
    Nigga. Know what I'm saying? Tough. Og now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah

    To all living things around me
    Cash rules everything around me
    Your music is unenthusiastic
    My jewelry glow in the dark
    Scorpio from serbia, catch you in traffic
    20-Round clip, curved magazine

    And you could leave the earth over small, little things
    John gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
    And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
    South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
    They'll seattle seahawk you, throwing bullets like wilson
    White sheets cover his feet, ku klux klan'ed your man
    Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand

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    The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
    And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
    Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
    So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
    When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
    Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
    (You know I'm saying?) thank you for real

    Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
    When your mouth to be shooting
    You find out that we been shooting all along
    Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
    You get caught without that ruger
    We put hot shit through you then we gone
    Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
    Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
    Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
    Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
    Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy

    My money up when them mills come
    La reid with the dope, son, jimmy iovine with the coke, son
    Wise time fly by, I'm an og, bad bitch with double d's
    Nigga, jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
    Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
    Federal subpoenas while swats kick the doors in
    Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
    I show that bitch how to breathe under water

    Excuse moi, french bitches bending over
    Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the range rover
    Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
    [?] Why they texting 'bout [?] body
    Frank lucas put flowers on bunk graves every tuesday
    That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
    Red dot, surgery with the laser
    Have a nigga missing like that plane from malaysia

    Fo' fo's, long nose is gonzo's
    Hundred rounds, drum on the k, that's bongos
    Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, "bravo"
    Bend back for the I call, nigga, huh
    You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
    I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
    With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
    You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga

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