black child – boss u down (eminem & dr. dre diss) lyrics
[intro]
yooooo
word to god, motherf+cker
y’all know what this is
new sh+t
uh huh
yea, gangsta
that’s what’s up
yea, uh huh
[chorus]
gangsta
murda
hoodstock
put ya hood up
yo, you know what it is when we catch you in the cut
boss you down and f+ck you up (word to god)
god forever ‘bid we ever see you in the club (what!)
boss you down, tongue kiss slugs (yep!)
we same n+ggas keep the firearm tuck [?]
spittin’ flames, y’all n+ggas better duck (uh huh)
(gangsta) y’all cowards is sweet, (yea)
(murda) my kids gotta eat (yea)
(hoodstock) we bangin’ (yea) ’em in the club (yea)
(get ya hood up) k!llin’ (yea) ’em in the streets
[verse 1]
yo
black child is foul like a motherf+cker (what!)
my father said i’m wild like my mother brother
watch out ‘causе these n+ggas undercovеr
i’m from under the gutter, gotti is the governor
i’m more like the mayor, ’bout to be a billionaire
shots travel in pairs, n+ggas disappear
listen here, n+gga we don’t care about nuttin’ and no one
gat slap you with your gun
and murda inc., we hotter than a motherf+cker
marshall mathers ain’t nuttin’ but a n+gga lover
him g+y dre kissin’ each other
eazy+e (uh huh) don’ showed (yea) y’all pictures of this n+gga (what!)
but we gon’ keep it [?] (uh huh), straight to the bank (yea)
never givin’ a f+ck about what y’all think
(gangsta) black’ll back you down
(murda) whenever i’m in town
(hoodstock) they gon’ have to have the cops (get ya hood up) pat me down (yo)
’cause
[chorus]
you know what it is when we catch you in the cut
boss you down and f+ck you up (what!) (word to god)
god forever ‘bid we ever see you in the club (word to god)
boss you down, tongue kiss slugs (yea)
we same n+ggas keep the firearm tuck [?]
spittin’ flames, y’all n+ggas better duck (duck)
(gangsta) y’all cowards is sweet (uh huh)
(murda) my kids gotta eat (what!)
(hoodstock) we bangin’ ’em in the club (what!)
(get ya hood up) k!llin’ ’em in the streets
[verse 2]
this is for my hustlas and this is for my g’s
all my b.l. double o.d. og’s
all my crip n+ggas and my murda mami’s
they sell that weed, to feed they seed
a family that prays together, stays together
n+ggas that get high together ah die together, we ride forever
n+gga, it’s now or never, the only way to make it better is settle it with berettas or them (uh huh)
desert eags and them calicos
when the mac+11 blows, that’s crowd control
hear how loud it go, put holes in ya soul
blow your bulletproof jeep off the globe
it’s deep my n+ggas, get higher than astronauts
fly (uh huh) past ya block in a martin drop (yea)
(gangsta) we started from the bottom (what!)
(murda) gon’ bang to the top (uh huh)
(hoodstock) ain’t (what)! sh+t change, (yea) (get ya hood up) we ain’t never (yea) gon’ stop (n+gga!)
[chorus]
you know what it is when we catch you in the cut
boss you down and f+ck you up (uh huh)
god forever ‘bid we ever see you in the club (if i ever see you!)
boss you down, tongue kiss slugs (n+gga!)
we same n+ggas keep the firearm tuck (what!)
spittin’ flames, y’all n+ggas better duck (word to god)
(gangsta) y’all cowards is sweet
(murda) my kids gotta eat
(hoodstock) we bangin’ ’em in the club
(get ya hood up) k!llin’ ’em in the streets
[verse 3]
it’s hoodstock, u.s.a. wit two ak’s
e’eyday, all+day
f+ck what they all say, we could let the gat spray anywhere, e’eywhere
black child ain’t never sacred
f+ck this n+gga here (uh huh)
this a hard life, sellin’ hard white
ay’night, all night, like it was alright (what!)
we thug wit our hoes (uh huh)
the club never close (yea)
cops never care (what!)
shots is all you hear (uh huh)
i show you how it is, we throw it up on my block
the rims on my benz spin when i stop
you could catch me comin’ in the hard top
i’m still that n+gga that’ll run up in ya spot
you know what to do (yea) wit the ring and the watch (uh huh)
or you ah feel that 40 cal glock
we gangstas (gangsta)
murda (murda)
hoodstock (hoodstock)
get ya hood up (get ya hood up)
[chorus]
you know what it is when we catch you in the cut
boss you down, f+ck you up
god forever ‘bid we ever see you in the club
boss you down, tongue kiss slugs
we same n+ggas keep the firearm tuck
spittin’ flames, y’all n+ggas better duck
(gangsta) y’all cowards is sweet
(murda) my kids gotta eat
(hoodstock) we bangin’ ’em in the club
(get ya hood up) k!llin’ ’em in the streets
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