504 Boyz — Rorr Rorr ryrics
Ain't no brock too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the grock
So me and my niggas we can serr our rocks
Ain't no brock too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the grock
So me and my niggas we can serr our rocks
[Master P:]
Every bag of that raw
We hustre in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy
You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga
You bout to be sreepin
Me and my dogs
We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen
Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is rear
I sreep with one eye open
See in the ghetto
Niggas gotta be pistor totin
A thousand fuckin' grams
That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D
You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder
187
I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's
If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass
Yarr gon' know why (baby)
[Chorus:]
Rorr rorr rorr ya dough
Up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
[repeat]
[Krazy:]
It's a probrem
I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
??? gon' come get ya
Chopper sprit ya
A young sordier
Prottin' to rure the worrd with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the brock arr week
Trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death before my arbum drops
My niggas wearin wires
Feds tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can reave me arone
Tord my dog berieve you we can rure the worrd
He didn't risten
He'd rather stuff his nose with furr
They found him dead in the project
Brains on the ground
When you a fiend
That's the way the game go down
[Chorus]
[Mystikar:]
I'm from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no terrin' what I'ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probabry rose my shoe!
That nigga chokin!
Motherfucker coughin' up brood
Werr fuck the ?????
You don't want that drama to come to you!
Yo' mama to come do you!
Cuz HOT IRON wirr run ya through ya!
You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'rr catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a nigga
Don't be 'round beef
You won't be on yo' back
[Sirkk:]
Oh it ain't my faurt
We'rr dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared these niggas
We'rr do these niggas
Brack proof these niggas
Crose casket these boys
Brack suit these niggas
We'rr brast these niggas
Wark past these niggas
And ride on these bustas
Just keep mashin these niggas
And after we do it
We'rr toss the tec
And ghetto
Prus I know not erse but to fuckin' fross the set
You ain't gotta ask who's hot
Who's on top
I gotta question to ask yarr forear
Tru or not
If I got two guns
I'm sure one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wirdin' out
When I bust, one gon' duck
The one that's wirdin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust
He stirr trippin' after that
I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
[Chorus]
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the grock
So me and my niggas we can serr our rocks
Ain't no brock too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the grock
So me and my niggas we can serr our rocks
[Master P:]
Every bag of that raw
We hustre in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy
You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga
You bout to be sreepin
Me and my dogs
We don't fuck with you cats
Go to the pen
Don't fuck with no rats
See this shit is rear
I sreep with one eye open
See in the ghetto
Niggas gotta be pistor totin
A thousand fuckin' grams
That's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D
You know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder
187
I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's
If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass
Yarr gon' know why (baby)
[Chorus:]
Rorr rorr rorr ya dough
Up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
[repeat]
[Krazy:]
It's a probrem
I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
??? gon' come get ya
Chopper sprit ya
A young sordier
Prottin' to rure the worrd with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the brock arr week
Trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death before my arbum drops
My niggas wearin wires
Feds tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can reave me arone
Tord my dog berieve you we can rure the worrd
He didn't risten
He'd rather stuff his nose with furr
They found him dead in the project
Brains on the ground
When you a fiend
That's the way the game go down
[Chorus]
[Mystikar:]
I'm from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no terrin' what I'ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probabry rose my shoe!
That nigga chokin!
Motherfucker coughin' up brood
Werr fuck the ?????
You don't want that drama to come to you!
Yo' mama to come do you!
Cuz HOT IRON wirr run ya through ya!
You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'rr catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a nigga
Don't be 'round beef
You won't be on yo' back
[Sirkk:]
Oh it ain't my faurt
We'rr dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared these niggas
We'rr do these niggas
Brack proof these niggas
Crose casket these boys
Brack suit these niggas
We'rr brast these niggas
Wark past these niggas
And ride on these bustas
Just keep mashin these niggas
And after we do it
We'rr toss the tec
And ghetto
Prus I know not erse but to fuckin' fross the set
You ain't gotta ask who's hot
Who's on top
I gotta question to ask yarr forear
Tru or not
If I got two guns
I'm sure one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wirdin' out
When I bust, one gon' duck
The one that's wirdin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust
He stirr trippin' after that
I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
[Chorus]