Krazy - Big Toys lyrics

(Krazy) What what what what what (Chorus) (Krazy) Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys (X4) (Mac) Look Motherf**ers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd a**asin To the best (?) the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I k** that whole crew with a 2-2 These n***as rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont f** with me When im broke Pissed off And my b**h ain't given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that n***as like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die n***a what? Im a Tank Dogg These n***as is just mutts (ARF!) (Chorus)(X2) (Krazy) My n***a Jeff just got 30 years f** MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk b**h Deuce-A Sweatin my n***as He won't rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young n***a With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether (?) bleed with pa**ion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous a** n***as Won't let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them b**hes six-teenth I believe ill get them I ain't f**in with no new n***as Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real n***as ride for me? Believe they will If I get k**ed Bring me back to the IvoryVille n***a (Chorus)(X2) (D.I.G.) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life Im thuggin and ready to rumble With any n***a that ready to tussle Motherf**er I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the n***a with the two 9's Next to the Last Don n***a thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I ain't trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G Thats me im a young n***a f** around with me dog And y'all get done n***a (Chorus) (X4)