Big Toys
504 Boyz

Krazy : 
What what what what what 
 
Krazy : 
Who talkin noise? 
We makin noise 
504 boy 
Playin with them big toys 
 
Mac : 
Look 
Motherfuckers its mac 
The one who pump slugs in your back 
Lyrical attacka 
Keep it ghetto like black lacqua 
Camo'd assasin 
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 kill that whole crew with a 2-2 
These niggaz rookie 
I crush em like pink cookies 
Dont fuck with me 
When im broke 
Pissed off 
And my bitch aint 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 
Niggaz like mac 
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas 
And I only shop at them military 
Stores cousin 
Solja rag on my eyes till I die 
Nigga what? 
Im a Tank Dogg 
These niggaz is just mutts 
(ARF!) 
 
Krazy : 
My nigga Jeff just got 30 years 
Fuck MC 
Went in a house 
Found a safe with about 3 bricks 
Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A 
Sweatin my niggaz 
He wont rest until my whole click's 
Doin some figgaz 
Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? 
A young nigga 
With a .45 
Bustin on site 
What I might 
Is whether (?) bleed with passion 
See this drug game to me 
Is like a fatal attraction 
Salvation from this life 
Thats what I need 
See these jealous ass niggaz 
Wont 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 bitches six-teenth 
I believe ill get them 
I aint fuckin with no new niggaz 
Believe im ballin 
If I ever go to jail 
Big Boz im callin 
Will my real niggaz ride for me? 
Believe they will 
If I get killed 
Bring me back to the IvoryVille 
Nigga 
 
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 nigga that ready to tussle 
Motherfucker 
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 aint hard to find 
Im the nigga with the two 9's 
Next to the Last Don 
Nigga 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 aint 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 nigga 
Fuck around with me dog 
And y'all get done nigga 

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