G-Unit - Boy Boy lyrics

Tougher than leather, nigga
I'm tougher than an African kid
Running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga
Know what I'm saying?
Tough, OG now, nigga, 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 shit 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 nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga
I'm all fucked up so loser, I lose
The dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here
It's not a big deal load her out, nigga
Use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real

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 shit 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 dope, son
Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG
Bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, 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 fuck up the sheets
The electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip
Throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones
Catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
Why they texting 'bout body
Frank Lucas put flowers on
Bump grave every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to
Everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga 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
Convo, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh (huh)
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
I'ma 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 nigga

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 shit 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