504 Boyz - D-Boys lyrics

[Intro] Whats happening lil' one What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me I know y'all hungry, come holla at ya boy It's all gravy ya heard me [Hook x2: Halleluyah] [See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' all the fiends Got onions, got slabs, got cookies, got creams I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave. Got the hood on lock, keep the block on smash [Verse 1: Halleluyah] Now I was born in it, got the hustler inside of me See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery Streets I'm committed like a grown man'll prolly be Walk down the aisle with gun shells that follow me But I'm a prop like the Fortune 500 Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds) I see the corner boys holler out I'm coming A quarter's 150 you could flip for 600 [Yea Yea] that's real hustling Ain't nobody struggling my n***a we getting money (Getting money) [Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Rowdy] This block living gotta n***a strapped Going back and forth to my stash Making sure my sh** still stashed It's 'round my way fiends be all in the gra** Looking for boulders anything they seeing they smoking Ain't none of that, b**h all your fronts get cracked With the back of the gat, out'cha one full of that gat Gotta watch out for them n***az that be pulling off jacks Jumping out the stolen ride dressed down in all black [Ok] ready to attack any n***a who ain't looking like uppin' And f** it then n***a cop back and bust his sh** Must of been material things that's more important to him It don't matter, n***a f**ed around and put spot thru him Knot the hole thru him you know how they do him Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya Pursue you like a short term goal it's necessary That's why a n***a like me be on my post with them 2's for him [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Playa] Time I catch a fake n***a, I'm a size him up, like Where the money, where the dope, b**h give it up If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya luck I'm slinging 'em out the chamber with 2 clips to ya gut My family gotta eat and my pockets full of dust So b**h n***az get ready for the bum rush From the 3 to the East, I'm lurkin' (I'm lurkin') With a bunch of hungry n***az on the line and they working Thank it's a game, come on let me catch ya slippin' Letting ya nuts hang, that 'K' will have ya slipping My daddy told me make a n***a pay attention Get the money and the power and the respect and a n***a gettin' some Dam a quarter key 'll put a n***a on his feet But I rather lamp down and get me a 100 free Most n***az catch it from the blind side Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red lights and stop signs [Hook x2]