We gone do it like this    From the A-T-L    all the way down to the 305 MIA    Cocaine capital nigga    yeah the boyz n da hood       The bizness is bitches    the pussy i keep in my pocket    the niggas keep watchin    they know I'll be rockin my watches    G's keep knockin    they know I'll be shootin to spot 'em    the boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product    my niggas get slizzard    I'm smokin and chillin in pradas    fuck a 9 to 5    we gone just do what we gotta    I'm in the chevy thang    everything runnin is proper    dont come to close    cuz I'm subject to ?? my chopper    we in the streets (in the streets)    who got the weed (got the weed)    i got a couple keys    wanta eat fuck wit me    you dont want to see me pissed off (yeah)    fuck until my dicks off (boyz n da hood)    nigga this is riff ruff       now i rock a lot of ice cuz I'm keepin it slum (im keepin it slum)    six lugs at the bottom lockin    keep 'em in tone    crack rock cocaine what we keep where I'm from    you dont believe me nigga come and see where I'm from    keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum    the police tryin to keep the concrete on my palm    but i got shit to do    and I got bricks to move (okay)    but y'all are playin for 4 mil    you can get for 2 nigga    and try to play me dude    and I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes    and I dont mean the ones that your babies use    i know i talk about my niggas a lot    but i shoot too    give me something to nut up about    and watch me shoot you       [chorus]    I woke about 6 in the mornin    gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin    hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)    by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)    I woke about 6 in the mornin    gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin    hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)    by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)       from dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes    keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on    we'll creep up in yo home    hangin by yo bitches thongs    say you's a gorilaa say what happened to king kong    we real play makers and this is not ESPN    welcome to the gutter    now watch the shit fest begin    ain't no fuckin Jack Triple but I'm bakin cakes    plus my cakes triple what that fag makes    fuckin just to stay awake makin sure i dont stumble    granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers    call us cookie monsters makin cookie niggas crumble    catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble       I'm gone tote the poll lock and load    shoot till you hear that BOW    take my time speak my mind like I'm ??    got a country slang baby you can tell aint it    you can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us    still keep a stankin kitchen    cuz in the midst of the caine on the way the crack smell durin the intermission    triple beam hand held hanksty    got some caine stain colored on the finger nail    chrome black dished back up til i ??    saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red    I'm gone rap for these packed heads    gats crack sells sex and blacks that want to stapck mils    smokin on the purple stack runnin in yo house ramblin wondering where the work is at    hoes in the third still hollerin wheir the purses at    phone in atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey)    6:45 am lifes great got the bacon soda I'm cookin pancakes (thats right)    where I'm from nigga I'm the man    take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah)    I ain't playin i got hella choppers    call my partnas then they got helicopters    (thats right)    just like my old job but a lil' different (what)    I used to work at churches chicken    but now i cook my chicken to my own kitchen    a kitchen fork and a glass pocket    try to rob if you want get ya ass shot       [chorus]