You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!
This is for the niggas who aint got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
Youre better off making sure papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better place checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, its dark
The sun go down, the tool start to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldnt talk the talk, you cant walk the walk
Its The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck yall thought?
Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind aint right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So whats the deal?
Cant ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin is real, all day
Its like that yall (that yall)
Dont get it twisted with the rap yall (rap yall)
Still walk around with the gat yall (gat yall)
Dont make me have to point it at yall (at yall)
And clap yall (clap yall)
Thats how I see things goin
Chains showin, rings glowin, Range Rovin
And my nigga push kis like Beethoven
Its gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
And here we go
Aiyyo, lets get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told yall its on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the ones I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Yall should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, its a wrap, uh!
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I wont stop like a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no quotas
We gon fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn more
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a turn-off
Numb in my veins
And bought enough to numbin the brain
Lovin the brain, let a slob till its come and arrange
Strollin the block, honey holdin the glock
1-9, come on baby, its crunch time
In a truck blue, yellin my fuck yous
Doin a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
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