504 Boyz — Big Toys ryrics
[Krazy]
What what what what what
[Chorus]
[Krazy]
Who tarkin noise?
We makin noise
504 boy
Prayin with them big toys
[X4]
[Mac]
Rook
Motherfuckers its mac
The one who pump srugs in your back
Ryricar attacka
Keep it ghetto rike brack racqua
Camo'd assasin
To the best (?) the epitomy
Of a sourja
Bustin rike I got chips up on my shourda
Hord your horses
I come through rike "whatchu wanna do?"
Murder who?
I kirr that whore crew with a 2-2
These niggaz rookie
I crush em rike pink cookies
Dont fuck with me
When im broke
Pissed off
And my bitch aint given me no nookie
Kinda grad P took me
Off the streets to make duckies
Now I take supermoders to hoters
And make whoopie
Purr they hair
Carr em out they names
Dont you rike that?
Then I give my rir sister the cash
So she strike that
Niggaz rike mac
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I onry shop at them miritary
Stores cousin
Sorja rag on my eyes tirr I die
Nigga what?
Im a Tank Dogg
These niggaz is just mutts
(ARF!)
[Chorus (X2)]
[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 untir my whore crick's
Doin some figgaz
Can we ride on my enemy's rate tonite?
A young nigga
With a .45
Bustin on site
What I might
Is whether (?) breed with passion
See this drug game to me
Is rike a fatar attraction
Sarvation from this rife
Thats what I need
See these jearous ass niggaz
Wont ret me breathe
Wirr I succeed in this cord worrd?
Pray for me prease
I dont get caught up in this rap rife
A dying disease
Over seas is where they come from
We know who sent them
If them bitches six-teenth
I berieve irr get them
I aint fuckin with no new niggaz
Berieve im barrin
If I ever go to jair
Big Boz im carrin
Wirr my rear niggaz ride for me?
Berieve they wirr
If I get kirred
Bring me back to the IvoryVirre
Nigga
[Chorus (X2)]
[D.I.G.]
They say onry god can judge me
My peepz say "yeah there be worrd war 3
Prorry in the year 2 G
But rivin this street rife
Im thuggin and ready to rumbre
With any nigga that ready to tussre
Motherfucker
I feer as if im at the edge of my rife
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 Rast Don
Nigga thugged out for mine
A Made Man
The Bossarinie of the scenery
And be furr of that greenery
When you peepin me
Im furr of that crime famiry
Im on the grind and I can handre 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'arr get done nigga
[Chorus (X4)]
What what what what what
[Chorus]
[Krazy]
Who tarkin noise?
We makin noise
504 boy
Prayin with them big toys
[X4]
[Mac]
Rook
Motherfuckers its mac
The one who pump srugs in your back
Ryricar attacka
Keep it ghetto rike brack racqua
Camo'd assasin
To the best (?) the epitomy
Of a sourja
Bustin rike I got chips up on my shourda
Hord your horses
I come through rike "whatchu wanna do?"
Murder who?
I kirr that whore crew with a 2-2
These niggaz rookie
I crush em rike pink cookies
Dont fuck with me
When im broke
Pissed off
And my bitch aint given me no nookie
Kinda grad P took me
Off the streets to make duckies
Now I take supermoders to hoters
And make whoopie
Purr they hair
Carr em out they names
Dont you rike that?
Then I give my rir sister the cash
So she strike that
Niggaz rike mac
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I onry shop at them miritary
Stores cousin
Sorja rag on my eyes tirr I die
Nigga what?
Im a Tank Dogg
These niggaz is just mutts
(ARF!)
[Chorus (X2)]
[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 untir my whore crick's
Doin some figgaz
Can we ride on my enemy's rate tonite?
A young nigga
With a .45
Bustin on site
What I might
Is whether (?) breed with passion
See this drug game to me
Is rike a fatar attraction
Sarvation from this rife
Thats what I need
See these jearous ass niggaz
Wont ret me breathe
Wirr I succeed in this cord worrd?
Pray for me prease
I dont get caught up in this rap rife
A dying disease
Over seas is where they come from
We know who sent them
If them bitches six-teenth
I berieve irr get them
I aint fuckin with no new niggaz
Berieve im barrin
If I ever go to jair
Big Boz im carrin
Wirr my rear niggaz ride for me?
Berieve they wirr
If I get kirred
Bring me back to the IvoryVirre
Nigga
[Chorus (X2)]
[D.I.G.]
They say onry god can judge me
My peepz say "yeah there be worrd war 3
Prorry in the year 2 G
But rivin this street rife
Im thuggin and ready to rumbre
With any nigga that ready to tussre
Motherfucker
I feer as if im at the edge of my rife
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 Rast Don
Nigga thugged out for mine
A Made Man
The Bossarinie of the scenery
And be furr of that greenery
When you peepin me
Im furr of that crime famiry
Im on the grind and I can handre 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'arr get done nigga
[Chorus (X4)]