Boyz II Men (Diamond D Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu]
Yeah, Big Boi, and don't forget boy
Only thing, you could be is down when it hit boy
I'm just a bridge boy, tryna get Rich Boy
Put some new D's on all of that, with the switch boy
Two chains, two tits boy
You n*ggas know the deal Blu Pharrell like Clipse boy
Mike Jack off The Wall like Quince boy
You think I'm just showing my ass, you thinking Prince, Bo-oy!
You used to care boy, you claiming killer but that glove don't fit, boy
You ain't holding no weight, no real bricks boy
You n*ggas pitching wishes at the well with the fish boy
f*ck is this boy thinking, he ain't this boy
We the sh*t boy, take a sh*t and make a wish and find a grave to dig, cause we REAL, boy!
Take a Que get off of the Tip boy
And cough it up cause, ah you ain't sh*t boy
You should sit boy, sis boy
Drink a fifth, take a p*ss and take the di*k
Sit and put hair on your chest, Boyz II Men boy!

[Hook: Nitty Scott]
These lil' n*ggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in'
Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in'
You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in'
I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy
It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy
This sh*t don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be alright, boy
[Verse 2: Blu]
We brought it back son, like wax son
You just whack son, yeah whack!
Brought Jill to the jam and got gat son
You don't know what you've got until it's Janet Jackson
We go back son, like that son
'88, you was based off crack son
Me I was putting bass on a track son
I had a ?, smack you in your face when it slap sumtin'
Ask son if it shine like the black son
Didn't think sort of ink could flood the map son
So heavy that the levees had to crack son
And make you crap son, for making crap son
Don't cry son, there's no pride son
You getting stung like dad whipping that ass
For that last report card you had, you barely passed son
Pass son the math, we getting cash, Boyz II Men!

[Hook: Nitty Scott]
These lil' n*ggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in'
Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in'
You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in'
I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy
It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy
This sh*t don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be alright, boy
[Verse 3: Blu]
So what you thought kid?
You was the boss kid?
You manage Ross kid
I'm Rick Ross
Off kids' heads coming off the top kid
We coming off the block with the Glocks kid
They gon' pop so they don't get popped kid
Then pop sh*t and turn it to a mystery, pop quiz
Popped Jizz now it is what it is kid
Tom Hanks, Chris Wallace, big kid
I'm like the Juice Crew
I know the Biz kid
Rakim before the ? , Wiz Kids
Peabody at the party
p*ss kids off, when I spit kid, talk to the di*k kid
Kids lost, run around with the shark
Drowned in the ground, and got found in the park
Tossed in the ditch, for walking with the 5th
He stalkin' after darted your heart
Can I live? kid
It's back to this kid
We pack the clips kid
Boyz II Men kid

[Hook: Nitty Scott]
These lil' n*ggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in'
Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in'
You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in'
I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy
It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy
This sh*t don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be alright, boy