I’m a Boss lyrics

[C-Bo]
Look at them looking like them know me that a b*tch you can blow me
Gun in my holster proceed with caution when you approach us
Mob boss with a strong arm f*ck the long arms
I swinging a ferrari bomb weed and Bacardi
Big fees now sh*t be wild got the bullet proof hummer in a fifty cal
Bulletproof vest can't rest the west is death I stress
The armani with the merclessnes
Yea I flip ritz in a click
That comes with minis n*ggas gun till they done with them
I never flip the hair I smear
I can't draw the homies like eternal affair but on the down low
You know how the round go respect have a n*gga wet up with ammo
You was then they let off more shots than big trick playa hate this
Cuz we labeled the sh*tness

[Yukmouth]
Labeled a boss a n*gga with that make more moves than talk
When a nina busts with no discretion
Wet'em up they bark a n*gga that said first a luny
Is what it cost to be the boss we floss the life is hard
These phoney ass n*ggas and fake ass broads
No laws hate that n*gga that ball but f*ck them all
They can suck the balls of a n*gga that bucks the toughness
That calls of big as this we the mob for the village and 8 cons
Shoot up your squad with teflons I'm above the law
Just like steven segal I'm break their balls off in three
In your hall I can't be lost b*tch I can't be tossed
Guns let off n*ggas and blue tape your money is lost
I control the start of the race these n*ggas about to do
I'm the boss
Chorus: 2x
I'm a boss b*tch I spark you hood with a boss
I'm a boss can get tossed by n*ggas above the law
I'm a boss money talks and bush*t walks
I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss
I'm a boss b*tch I spark you hood with a b*tch n*gga

[Daz]
You want to be a b*tch n*gga and die n*gga
And get your muthaf*cking life lost and die on how you'd flossing
Ain't nothing I don't like snitches always fonting and bluffing
So let a real n*gga know something Mama be yo dub less
f*ck around with us you get caught up without a vest
Scared out that sess smoke chronic or flex with a tech
Sweating your homie got checked caught a slug in his neck
I don't like n*ggas that be talking and hollering that bush*t
I'm a gangster that pull quick yeah I'm already b*tch
You don't want none of this that n*gga daz be droppig all that
Gangster sh*t I pull a hit out sex you gone kill everything
In a hit out 100 spokes straight spit out b*tch
n*ggas to get out they gas sh*t straight out

[Dru Down]
I had to mp up to being a lil droopy in the hood
Fo sho it's dru down for the count making my blahhhhhhhh
Triple naked when I'm acting boom take a move every
Second thinking about my homie that figured me out
Mighty hard to leave you star
Cuz sh*t I see ya'll on stuck like in some tar
Balling fast cars and losing I get a new one
If lose my chain medallion muthaf*cka I get a new one
It a boss to pay the cost staticly back on track
Through a super duper jip I'm a gangster
And being a boss is just part of it
Dru down ain't no blow up till I pop your b*tch
Chorus: 2x
I'm a boss b*tch I spark you hood with a boss
I'm a boss can get tossed by n*ggas above the law
I'm a boss money talks and bush*t walks
I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss
I'm a boss b*tch I spark you hood with a b*tch n*gga