Artist: Boyz N Da Hood Album: Boyz N Da Hood Song: Bitches & Bizness Typed by: bro0klyn@hotmail.com [Duke] We gone do it like this From the A-T-L All the way down to the 305 MIA Cocaine capital nigga Yeah the boyz n da hood The bizness is bitches The pussy I keep in my pocket The niggaz keep watchin' They know I'll be rockin' my watches G's keep knockin' They know I'll be shootin' to spot 'em The boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product My niggaz get slizzard I'm smoking' and chillin' in pradas Fuck a 9 to 5 We gone just do what we gotta I'm in the chevy thang Everything runnin is proper Dont come to close Cause I'm subject to ?? my chopper We in the streets (in the streets) Who got the weed (got the weed) I got a couple keys Wanna eat fuck wit me You don't want to see me pissed off (yeah) Fuck until my dicks soft (boyz n da hood) Nigga this is riff ruff [Jody Breeze] Now I rock a lot of ice cause I'm keeping' it slum (I'm keeping' it slum) Six lugs at the bottom lockin' keep 'em in tone Crack rock cocaine what we keep where I'm from You don't believe me nigga come and see where I'm from keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum The police tryin' to keep the concrete on my palm But I got shit to do And I got bricks to move (okay) But y'all are payin' for 4 mil You can get for 2 nigga And try to play me dude And I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes And I don't mean the ones that your babies use I know I talk about my niggaz a lot, But I shoot too Give me something to nut up about and watch me shoot you [Chorus - Jody Breeze - 2X] I woke about 6 in the morning' Gotta get paid fuck moanin' and groanin' Hit the block get the truck rollin' (rollin') By the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen) [Big Dee] From dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes Keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on We'll creep up in yo home Hangin by yo bitches thongs Say you's a gorilla say what happened to King Kong We real play makers and this is not ESPN Welcome to the gutter now watch the shit fest begin Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin' cakes Plus my cakes more then triple what that fag makes Fuckin' just to stay awake makin' sure I don't stumble Granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers Call us cookie monsters makin' cookie niggaz crumble Catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble [Duke] I'm gone tote the poll lock and load Shoot till you hear that BOW Take my time speak my mind like I'm ?? Got a country slang baby you can tell ain't it You can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us Still keep a stankin' kitchen Cause in the midst of the caine on the way the crack smell durin' the intermission Triple beam hand held hank sty Got some caine stain colored on the finger nail Chrome black dished back up til' I ?? Saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red I'm gone rap for these packed heads Gats crack sells sex and blacks that want to stack mils Smokin' on the purple stack runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering where the work is at Hoes in the third still hollerin' where the purses at Phone in Atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey) 6:45 am life's great got the bacon soda I'm cookin' pancakes (that's right) Where I'm from nigga I'm the man Take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah) I ain't playin' I got hella choppers Call my partners then they got helicopters (that's right) Just like my old job but a lil' different (what) I used to work at churches chicken But now I cook my chicken to my own kitchen A kitchen fork and a glass pocket Try to rob if you want get ya ass shot [Chorus - 2X]