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Boyz N Da Hood - Bitches & Bizness lyrics
We gone do it like this
 From the A-T-L
 All the way down to the 305 MIA
 Cocaine capital, nigga
 Yeah, the Boyz N Da Hood
 The bizness is bitches
 The pussy I keep in my pocket
 The niggas keep watchin'
 They know I'll be rockin' my watches
 G's keep knockin'
 They know I'll be shootin' to spot 'em
 The Boyz N Da Hood
 Strictly distribute the product
 My niggas get slizzard
 I'm smokin' and chillin' in Pradas
 Fuck a 9 to 5
 We gone just do what we gotta
 I'm in the Chevy thang
 Everything runnin' is proper
 Don't come to close
 'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my chopper
 We in the streets, in the streets
 Who got the weed, got the weed
 I got a couple keys
 Wanna eat, fuck wit me
 You don't want to see me pissed off, yeah
 Fuck until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
 Nigga, this is riff ruff
 Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it slum
 Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone
 Crack rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm from
 You don't believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from
 Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum
 The police tryin' to keep the concrete on my palm
 But I got shit to do
 And I got bricks to move, okay
 But y'all are playin' for 4 mil
 You can get for 2 nigga and try to play me dude
 And I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes
 And I don't mean the ones that your babies use
 I know I talk about my niggas a lot
 But I shoot too
 Give me something to nut up about
 And watch me shoot you
 I woke about 6 in the mornin'
 Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
 Hit the block, get the truck rollin', rollin'
 By the night time our pockets is swollen, swollen
 I woke about 6 in the mornin'
 Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
 Hit the block, get the truck rollin', rollin'Boyz N Da Hood - Bitches & Bizness - http://motolyrics.com/boyz-n-da-hood/bitches-and-bizness-lyrics.html
 By the night time our pockets is swollen, swollen
 From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes
 Keep a plastic tone, y'all want it bring it on
 We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs
 Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to King Kong
 We real play makers and this is not ESPN
 Welcome to the gutter, now watch the shit fest begin
 Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin' cakes
 Plus my cakes triple, what that fag makes
 Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I never stumble
 Granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers
 Call us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble
 Catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble
 I'm gone tote the poll lock and load
 Shoot till you hear that bow
 Take my time, speak my mind like I'm [Incomprehensible]
 Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it
 You can kill too, a lot of us got them feds at us
 Still keep a stankin' kitchen
 'Cuz in the midst of the caine
 On the way, the crack smell durin' the intermission
 Triple beam hand held hanksty
 Got some caine stain colored on the finger nail
 Chrome black dished back up til I [Incomprehensible]
 Saw him walk a thin line but it's not a fat red
 I'm gone rap for these packed heads
 Gats crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack mils
 Smokin' on the purple stack
 Runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering where the work is at
 Hoes in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at
 Phone in Atlanta, ring the family where they murked at
 6:45 am, life's great, got the bacon soda
 I'm cookin' pancakes, that's right
 Where I'm from nigga, I'm the man
 Take him out, break him down like a lap dance
 I ain't playin', I got hella choppers
 Call my partnas then they got helicopters, that's right
 Just like my old job but a lil' different, what
 I used to work at churches chicken
 But now I cook my chicken to my own kitchen
 A kitchen fork and a glass pocket
 Try to rob if you want get ya ass shot
 I woke about 6 in the mornin'
 Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
 Hit the block, get the truck rollin', rollin'
 By the night time our pockets is swollen, swollen
 I woke about 6 in the mornin'
 Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
 Hit the block, get the truck rollin', rollin'
 By the night time our pockets is swollen, swollen

















