Boyz N Da Hood - Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics

(feat.T.I. & The Game) (Young Jeezy) Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back (back, back) (T.I.) Yeah, yeah yeah, ay What it is Block? Boyz N Da Hood Let's ride n***a Ay, ain't no introduction needed Every n***a in Atlanta know You try me when you see me n***a I'ma spit ya cantaloupe Trigga happy and in a hurry to let dem hammers go; You actin' like you sick in da head, I got the antidote I'm comin' wit a question most n***as ain't got da answer fo'; I'm cool as a fan but I'll k** a n***a like cancer tho' Dem Boyz N Da Hood keep 44's and calicos 454's under da hood of they Super Sports You know it's goin' down when they lights low and they movin' slow They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'? T.I.P, da Westside Warrior So you should know that gunfights under the street lights I'm used to those (chorus) It's dem Boyz N Da Hood, sell anything for profit Five in da mornin' on da corner clockin' Yeah we wrong but dare a n***a try to stop it And you can get anywhere, anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin' paid Big D, Big D Edge Hang, Edge Hang Big D, Big D Swat Dawg, Swat Dawg Big D, Big D Edge Hang, Edge Hang Big D, Big D Zone 3, Zone 3 I'm on da corner wit k**az holdin' onto dem pistols Da only n***a dat ? and crackin' dem nickles I'm up on da block and I'm posted like Moses Malone 50 a pop, my numbers and 50 is on I'm still in da spot where most of these ? get blown Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong I'm in da gutta hoe where most of my partnaz alone All of dem live by da streets, and most of dem die by da chrome (chorus) (Game) Ay give the little n***a his ball back Game Boyz, put a clip in a 45, co*k back Jeezy show a n***a where to pop at All da bullsh** n***as is talkin', better stop dat ? where Block at. Ain't kiddin', got a 6-4, drop dat Test drove a new Bentley and cop dat I'll show you where da rock at Show you where Eazy E and Dr. Dre get shop at Same place Ronnie King got beat by da cops at; Dat was '92, when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at Unsolved by da boyz in blue Hundred n***as outside Nobody know who But I do. L.A.P.D. dats on me, matter fact I put dat on ? I'ma die too, for da sh** I said, if I was the Prez Probably would have lied too But let me get off that and get back to rap Give all my hood n***as somethin' new to ride to I'ma keep it real dawg when a guy wanna live was dead Homie I'd cry too, probably ? and it's a god damn shame We ain't know we was 'bout to be left out too What about you? How the f** did you feel when you heard Jam Master Jay got k**ed Or when Soulja Slim got capped Feel my pain and do the nolia clap You from N.Y. n***a show respect; You from L.A. take da rag out ya pocket and show 'em that Gang bangin' and ? back; me and T.I. holdin' da track (chorus) Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man ATL's bad boy, Mr. Eastside hisself A to the K, Jose Williams Jr Yeah ride through ? wit my hat bent to da left The Eastside Chevy rida Ay yo Puff, you know I had do it Boyz N Da Hood, number 1