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snubnoze - boyz n da woodz lyrics

[intro + my cousin vinny]
“what’s the problem?”
“nothin’, the car was shimmying on the highway”
“yeah you got mud in your tires”
“i got mud in my tires?”
“mhmm”
“let me ask you a question, how do you get mud into the tires?”
“oh no, see that’s just a figure of speech, see the mud gets around the inside of the wheel + throws the balance off”
“you ever hear that? mud in the tires?”
“no”
“she never heard it. she knows everything about cars”
[laughs]
“now see down here, everybody get’s stuck in the mud every now and then. yеp, yeah we’s famous for our mud”
“famous for your mud? how’s your chinesе food?”

[hook]
cruisin’ down the street in my ’64
sippin’ on hennessey
straight with no coke
hit the corner store to buy some sweets
servin $20 piece
to a fiend with no t++th
[guice]
country ass n+gga blowin’ smoke
like i said before
texaco, out of swisha sweets
hit the corner store
gonna blow n+ggas off the map
with a deadly rap
keep yo trap closed
snubnoze splittin’ n+ggas caps
cl!ck n+ggas thick like peanut b+tter
in that white container
with the plastic top
watch me pop
leaving no remainer
keep the chamber loaded
for them bustas plottin’ on my cheese
enemies hop down on they knees
beg me not to squeeze
callin’ these, quick as crickets chirpin’
buggin’ on my nerve
wanna blow some smoke
pockets broke
dope fired up and serve
then i heard, voices in my head
“rob them glitter boyz”
creep with little noise
c+ck my glock
and take they glitter toys
sho’nuff who’s the master
climbin’ faster
than you country b+st+rd
call yo girl and ask her
when i waxed her
did i cause disaster
in this past
trynna make a come up
in this rappin’ sh+t
death to all you bustas
leave my presence
‘fo i slap a b+tch
[hook]
the boyz in the woodz is always hard
come talkin’ that trash, we’ll pull yo card
tryin’ hard to survive
in this ghetto with sticks
n+ggas bumpin’ they guns
they ain’t sayin’ sh+t

[hav oz]
h+a+v o+z
is like ??? is i be super tight
what i’m gon’ do tonight
is set this trap and watch these bustas fight
pure delight, whistling at these cowards
tryna diss my clique, then i take my bid
??? can leave they family sick
crackers lock they doors
when they see spokes and vogues
pull up beside ’em
make me wanna jack they goods
back in the woods
is where you’ll find ’em
get behind ’em
hit highbeam and blind ’em
smash ’em in the rib
when they hop out with fear
cl!ck+cl!ck and screech of tires all they hear
claim that n+ggas be k!llin’ and robbin’ eachother
over a d+mn cd
straight bullsh+t to me
i hang up the streets
and rap about sh+t that i see
politicians shock me like electricians
claimin’ they helpin’ the black
open up sh+t to bring in the cocaine then they lock my ass up
for possession of crack
so i attack with force
like dropping my voice
on digital onto yo tape
that’s my plan to escape
three x’s one ace
in coldwater redneck state
fish on my plate
coleslaw, spaghetti
ready to sit back and eat
fill up my belly
and kick back my seat
pockets so pimpin’
and blow me a sweet
[hook]

[eli]
b+i+g e+l+i
vision blurry off them blunts
third up on this blackout track
now watch this country b+st+rd bump
m+i+s+s+i+s+s+i+p+p+i on point
when i anoint the mic
i leave you blinked like ink
inside my joint
used to dream of being
on that tv screen
know what i mean?
now i see rappers in these magazines
and know they ain’t makin’ no green
so what if yo flow so tight?
so what if yo stage show hype?
if you ain’t got no cheese
one type connection
you just wastin’ yo life
take it from me
capital b+i+g
thirteen years of lyrical blaster blowin’ through my veins
still ain’t gained the money and fame
true to the game ever since
i put the mic inside my clutch
took a oath and swear
to drop the bomb on every stage i touch
when them curtains close
when that power light on the edge goes off
do you drop them b’s
when that shyster tries to short yo cheese
on my knees
prayin’ every night, i wish i stayed in school
all them places in this world
and look where they done stuck me fool

[hook]

[guice]
knappy+headed hustler
trappin’ these bustas
with this southern flow
cowards bumpin’ they guns
but they can’t f+ck with me
and my cousin though
thats for real
put that on grandma grave
y’all n+ggas can’t touch my sh+t
microphone in my clutch i spit
game, haters can suck my d+ck
plus i get higher than goodyear blimp
clips in this n+gga ’96
primed sticks make a n+gga mind cl!ck
dime bricks got my n+gga time quick
i’m sick of these no+good motherf+ckers
tell me who won’t they learn
everytime i grab the microphone
swisher smokers burn
check it and churn, b+tter
every rhyme i utter, deep in yo chest
country rhyme like beretta .9
putting deep wholes in yo lyric+proof vest
but when i penetrate, get it right
all you suckers will die
lyrics fly like hollowpoints
in the sky, explode when they collide
jekyll and hyde
ready to ride
flipping on you imitation+ass
motherf+ckers tratin’
like yo posse can rule the nation
lost my patience
snubnoze logo glowing
in the midnight cloud
(blackout in this b+tch, f+ck these cowards
cause we talkin’ loud)

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