Boy Boy lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Tougher than leather, n*gga
I'm tougher than an African kid
Running bare-foot in the gullies, n*gga
Know what I'm saying?
Tough, OG now, n*gga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
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 sh*t when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, n*ggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
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 n*gga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the f*ck out of a f*ck n*gga, I'm all f*cked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When sh*t real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, n*gga, use my big b*tch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 sh*t 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

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
My money up when them mills come
L.A. Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad b*tch with double D's
n*gga, 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
f*ck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your daughter
I show that b*tch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi, French b*tches 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 Lisa Bonet
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 n*gga missing like that plane from Malaysia
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
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, n*gga, huh (huh)
You pus*y n*ggas 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 n*gga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 sh*t 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
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