Boyz N Da Hood - b**hes s & 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 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, f** wit me You don't 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 Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone Crack rock c**aine, what we keep where I'm from You don't 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 don't 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 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 gorilla, 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 never 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 [Incomprehensible] Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, ain't 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 [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 s** 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 n***a, 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 gla** pocket Try to rob if you want get ya a** shot 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