Kidd Kidd - Boy Boy lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo] Tougher than leather, n***a. I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, n***a. Know what I'm saying? Tough. OG now, n***a. Yeah. Yeah [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] To all living things around me Cash rules everything around me Your music is unenthusiastic My j**elry 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** when them things start to ring South side, we outside, n***as k**, 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 d**h plan And if a n***a cosign that he a "yes man" Shoot the f** out of a f** n***a, I'm all f**ed up So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up When sh** real you get k**ed around here, it's not a big deal Load her out, n***a, use my big b**h for a shield (You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real [Hook: 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** 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 LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad b**h with double D's n***a, 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** up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though I show that b**h how to breathe under water Excusez moi, French b**hes bending over Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the j**elry [?] why they texting 'bout [?] body Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump graves every Tuesday That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say Red dot, surgery with the laser Have a n***a 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 convos, I clap like, "bravo" Bend back for the encore, n***a, huh You p**y n***as think you got nine lives I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times With that ice pick I'm a cold k**er You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat n***a [Hook]