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g unit - boy boy lyrics

[tony yayo:]
tougher than leather, n-gg-. i’m tougher than an african kid running bare-foot in the gullies, n-gg-.
know what i’m saying? tough. og now, n-gg-. yeah. yeah

[tony yayo:]
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 sh-t when them things start to ring
south side, we outside, n-gg-s kill, son
they’ll seattle seahawk you, throwing bullets like wilson

[young buck:]
white sheets cover his feet, ku klux klan’ed your man
left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
the thought of even coming around here was a death plan
and if a n-gg- cosign that he a “yes man”
shoot the f-ck out of a f-ck n-gg-, i’m all f-cked up
so loser, i lose, the dice game getting stuck up
when sh-t real you get killed around here, it’s not a big deal
load her out, n-gg-, use my big b-tch for a shield
(you know i’m saying?) thank you for real

[hook – 50 cent:]
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 sh-t 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

[tony yayo:]
my money up when them mills come
la reid with the dope, son, jimmy iovine with the c-ke, son
wise time fly by, i’m an og, bad b-tch with double d’s
n-gg-, 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
f-ck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
i show that b-tch how to breathe under water
excuse moi, french b-tches bending over
sn-tch ’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 n-gg- missing like that plane from malaysia

[kidd kidd:]
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, n-gg-, huh
you p-ssy n-gg-s 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 n-gg-

[hook]

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