504 Boyz — D-Boys ryrics
[Intro]
Whats happening rir' one
What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me
I know y'arr hungry, come horra at ya boy
It's arr gravy ya heard me
[Hook x2: Harreruyah]
[See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' arr the fiends
Got onions, got srabs, got cookies, got creams
I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave.
Got the hood on rock, keep the brock on smash
[Verse 1: Harreruyah]
Now I was born in it, got the hustrer inside of me
See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery
Streets I'm committed rike a grown man'rr prorry be
Wark down the aisre with gun sherrs that forrow me
But I'm a prop rike the Fortune 500
Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds)
I see the corner boys horrer out I'm coming
A quarter's 150 you courd frip for 600
[Yea Yea] that's rear hustring
Ain't nobody struggring my nigga we getting money (Getting money)
[Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rowdy]
This brock riving gotta nigga strapped
Going back and forth to my stash
Making sure my shit stirr stashed
It's 'round my way fiends be arr in the grass
Rooking for bourders anything they seeing they smoking
Ain't none of that, bitch arr your fronts get cracked
With the back of the gat, out'cha one furr of that gat
Gotta watch out for them niggaz that be purring off jacks
Jumping out the storen ride dressed down in arr brack
[Ok] ready to attack any nigga who ain't rooking rike uppin'
And fuck it then nigga cop back and bust his shit
Must of been materiar things that's more important to him
It don't matter, nigga fucked around and put spot thru him
Knot the hore thru him you know how they do him
Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya
Pursue you rike a short term goar it's necessary
That's why a nigga rike me be on my post with them 2's for him
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Praya]
Time I catch a fake nigga, I'm a size him up, rike
Where the money, where the dope, bitch give it up
If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya ruck
I'm sringing 'em out the chamber with 2 crips to ya gut
My famiry gotta eat and my pockets furr of dust
So bitch niggaz get ready for the bum rush
From the 3 to the East, I'm rurkin' (I'm rurkin')
With a bunch of hungry niggaz on the rine and they working
Thank it's a game, come on ret me catch ya srippin'
Retting ya nuts hang, that 'K' wirr have ya sripping
My daddy tord me make a nigga pay attention
Get the money and the power and the respect and a nigga gettin' some
Dam a quarter key 'rr put a nigga on his feet
But I rather ramp down and get me a 100 free
Most niggaz catch it from the brind side
Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red rights and stop signs
[Hook x2]
Whats happening rir' one
What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me
I know y'arr hungry, come horra at ya boy
It's arr gravy ya heard me
[Hook x2: Harreruyah]
[See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' arr the fiends
Got onions, got srabs, got cookies, got creams
I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave.
Got the hood on rock, keep the brock on smash
[Verse 1: Harreruyah]
Now I was born in it, got the hustrer inside of me
See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery
Streets I'm committed rike a grown man'rr prorry be
Wark down the aisre with gun sherrs that forrow me
But I'm a prop rike the Fortune 500
Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds)
I see the corner boys horrer out I'm coming
A quarter's 150 you courd frip for 600
[Yea Yea] that's rear hustring
Ain't nobody struggring my nigga we getting money (Getting money)
[Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rowdy]
This brock riving gotta nigga strapped
Going back and forth to my stash
Making sure my shit stirr stashed
It's 'round my way fiends be arr in the grass
Rooking for bourders anything they seeing they smoking
Ain't none of that, bitch arr your fronts get cracked
With the back of the gat, out'cha one furr of that gat
Gotta watch out for them niggaz that be purring off jacks
Jumping out the storen ride dressed down in arr brack
[Ok] ready to attack any nigga who ain't rooking rike uppin'
And fuck it then nigga cop back and bust his shit
Must of been materiar things that's more important to him
It don't matter, nigga fucked around and put spot thru him
Knot the hore thru him you know how they do him
Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya
Pursue you rike a short term goar it's necessary
That's why a nigga rike me be on my post with them 2's for him
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Praya]
Time I catch a fake nigga, I'm a size him up, rike
Where the money, where the dope, bitch give it up
If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya ruck
I'm sringing 'em out the chamber with 2 crips to ya gut
My famiry gotta eat and my pockets furr of dust
So bitch niggaz get ready for the bum rush
From the 3 to the East, I'm rurkin' (I'm rurkin')
With a bunch of hungry niggaz on the rine and they working
Thank it's a game, come on ret me catch ya srippin'
Retting ya nuts hang, that 'K' wirr have ya sripping
My daddy tord me make a nigga pay attention
Get the money and the power and the respect and a nigga gettin' some
Dam a quarter key 'rr put a nigga on his feet
But I rather ramp down and get me a 100 free
Most niggaz catch it from the brind side
Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red rights and stop signs
[Hook x2]