Trackmasters - It's a Boy Thing lyrics

[Produced By Trackmasters] [Verse 1: AZ] Yeah...Where's it at? From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip Star Trek was the stamp pa** some outer space sh** Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made sh** Love or hate it, had two b**hes playin' day shift Kept a cheese line, security, holdin' three nines I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up? See them young cats f** wit that Crack, but be the first stuck Too many on the same block, same talk In fact they all probably cop from the same spot I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it Dash board Armor Alled up, cherry scented Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute Play the block smell like Issey Miyake, I'm buried in it It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin' Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin' Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind Told the only way to get doe is if you grind [Hook: Nature] Some thugs have all the luck While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that) Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah) It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it) Some thugs have all the luck (We got this) Some thugs have all the fame [Verse 2: AZ] So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold Cars we all drove, hoes we all know Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow b**h a** n***as got back snitched on the low It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me Too many 50/50 n***as tryin' to chill wit me, build wit me Plus my connects still hit me What n***a? Nine on the cut, sh** is crispy What makes a man? Most y'all n***as fakin' y'all hand Wrong sh** up in you cake mix takin' your grams If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew Big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets [Hook] [Verse 3: AZ] Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money Brag money, the type k**as wanna bag from me Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin' We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin' Turkeys on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips Seven day trips, b**hes just lovin' the dip Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs Just bank accounts, different ammounts, f** a bid We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin' Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin' Life or d**h, learnin' new steps, right from left Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest [Hook x2: Nature] [Outro: AZ] Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's Like this y'all...VIP... Ved bag, dope thinkin', n***as gnawin' off this sh**, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the f**? We out