Boyz N Da Hood - b**hes & Bizness lyrics

We gone do it like this From the A-T-L all the way down to the 305 MIA Cocaine capital n***a yeah the boyz n da hood The bizness is b**hes the p**y i keep in my pocket the n***as 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 n***as get slizzard I'm smokin and chillin in pradas f** a 9 to 5 we gone just do what we gotta I'm in the chevy thang everything runnin is proper dont come to close cuz I'm subject to ?? my chopper we in the streets (in the streets) who got the weed (got the weed) i got a couple keys wanta eat f** wit me you dont want to see me pissed off (yeah) f** until my dicks off (boyz n da hood) n***a this is riff ruff now i rock a lot of ice cuz I'm keepin it slum (im keepin it slum) six lugs at the bottom lockin keep 'em in tone crack rock c**aine what we keep where I'm from you dont believe me n***a 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 sh** to do and I got bricks to move (okay) but y'all are playin for 4 mil you can get for 2 n***a and try to play me dude and I'm gone put yo a** in some baby shoes and I dont mean the ones that your babies use i know i talk about my n***as a lot but i shoot too give me something to nut up about and watch me shoot you [chorus] I woke about 6 in the mornin gotta get paid f** 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 f** moanin and groanin hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin) 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 b**hes thongs say you's a gorilaa say what happened to king kong we real play makers and this is not ESPN welcome to the gutter now watch the sh** fest begin ain't no f**in Jack Triple but I'm bakin cakes plus my cakes triple what that f*g makes f**in just to stay awake makin sure i dont stumble granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers call us cookie monsters makin cookie n***as 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 ?? got a country slang baby you can tell aint it you can k** 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 ?? saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red I'm gone rap for these packed heads gats crack sells s** and blacks that want to stapck mils smokin on the purple stack runnin in yo house ramblin wondering where the work is at hoes in the third still hollerin wheir the purses at phone in atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey) 6:45 am lifes great got the bacon soda I'm cookin pancakes (thats right) where I'm from n***a I'm the man take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah) I ain't playin i got hella choppers call my partnas then they got helicopters (thats 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 gla** pocket try to rob if you want get ya a** shot [chorus]