Текст песни Big Toys

What what what what what

[Chorus]

[Krazy]

Who talkin noise?

We makin noise

504 boy

Playin with them big toys

[X4]

[Mac]

Look

Motherfuckers its mac

The one who pump slugs in your back

Lyrical attacka

Keep it ghetto like black lacqua

Camo'd assasin

To the best (?) the epitomy

Of a soulja

Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda

Hold your horses

I come through like "whatchu wanna do?"

Murder who?

I kill that whole crew with a 2-2

These niggaz rookie

I crush em like pink cookies

Dont fuck with me

When im broke

Pissed off

And my bitch aint given me no nookie

Kinda glad P took me

Off the streets to make duckies

Now I take supermodels to hotels

And make whoopie

Pull they hair

Call em out they names

Dont you like that?

Then I give my lil sister the cash

So she strike that

Niggaz like mac

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas

And I only shop at them military

Stores cousin

Solja rag on my eyes till I die

Nigga what?

Im a Tank Dogg

These niggaz is just mutts

(ARF!)

[Chorus (X2)]

[Krazy]

My nigga Jeff just got 30 years

Fuck MC

Went in a house

Found a safe with about 3 bricks

Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A

Sweatin my niggaz

He wont rest until my whole click's

Doin some figgaz

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?

A young nigga

With a .45
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Bustin on site

What I might

Is whether (?) bleed with passion

See this drug game to me

Is like a fatal attraction

Salvation from this life

Thats what I need

See these jealous ass niggaz

Wont let me breathe

Will I succeed in this cold world?

Pray for me please

I dont get caught up in this rap life

A dying disease

Over seas is where they come from

We know who sent them

If them bitches six-teenth

I believe ill get them

I aint fuckin with no new niggaz

Believe im ballin

If I ever go to jail

Big Boz im callin

Will my real niggaz ride for me?

Believe they will

If I get killed

Bring me back to the IvoryVille

Nigga

[Chorus (X2)]

[D.I.G.]

They say only god can judge me

My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3

Prolly in the year 2 G

But livin this street life

Im thuggin and ready to rumble

With any nigga that ready to tussle

Motherfucker

I feel as if im at the edge of my life

So I give it to them raw

In the heat of the night

I aint hard to find

Im the nigga with the two 9's

Next to the Last Don

Nigga thugged out for mine

A Made Man

The Bossalinie of the scenery

And be full of that greenery

When you peepin me

Im full of that crime family

Im on the grind and I can handle that

I aint trappin

I gotta weigh that shake

Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients

Some ghetto dope

Go round tweekin

And get D.I.G.

Thats me im a young nigga

Fuck around with me dog

And y'all get done nigga

[Chorus (X4)]

504 Boyz Big Toys