Boy Boy - G-Unit

Boy Boy - G-Unit
Tougher than leather ni**a
I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies ni**a
Know what I'm saying Tough
OG now ni**a
Yeah Yeah
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Škorpion from Serbia catch you in traffic
20-round clip curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small little things
John Gotti hit the cake go bada bing
And you ain't do sh*t when them things start to ring
South side we outside niggas kill son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you throwing bullets like Wilson
White sheets cover his feet Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a ni**a cosign that he a yes man
Shoot the f**k out of a f**k ni**a I'm all f**ked up
So loser I lose the dice game getting stuck up
When sh*t real you get killed around here it's not a big deal
Load her out ni**a use my big b**ch for a shield
You know I'm saying
Thank you for real
Boy boy boy boy boy boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy boy boy boy boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot sh*t through you then we gone
Boy boy boy boy boy
Boy don't let me catch you slipping boy boy
Boy you know I get to tripping boy boy
Boy don't let me strap that clip in boy boy
Boy you know I get to tripping boy boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the d**e son Jimmy Iovine with the coke son
Wise time fly by I'm an OG bad b**ch with double D's
Ni**a Jordan couldn't palm these feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
F**k up the sheets the electric tapes to your door though
I show that b**ch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi French b**ches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
Free while why they text 'bout Lazzy body
Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot surgery with the laser
Have a ni**a missing like that plane from Malaysia
Fo' fo's long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds drum on the K that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos I clap like bravo
Bend back for the encore ni**a huh
You p**sy niggas think you got nine lives
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers rat ni**a
Boy boy boy boy boy boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy boy boy boy boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot sh*t through you then we gone
Boy boy boy boy boy
Boy don't let me catch you slipping boy boy
Boy you know I get to tripping boy boy
Boy don't let me strap that clip in boy boy
Boy you know I get to tripping boy boy