Big Toys

(krazy)

What what what what what

(chorus)

(krazy)

Who talkin noise?

We makin noise

504 boy

Playin with them big toys

(x4)

(mac)

Look

Mother*******s its mac

The one who pump slugs in your back

Lyrical attacka

Keep it ghetto like black lacqua

Camo'd assasin

To the best (?) the epitomy

Of a soulja

Bustin like i got chips up on my shoulda

Hold your horses

I come through like "whatchu wanna do?"

Murder who?

I kill that whole crew with a 2-2

These *************z rookie

I crush em like pink cookies

Dont ************* with me

When im broke

Pissed off

And my ************* aint given me no ******

Kinda glad p took me

Off the streets to make duckies

Now i take supermodels to hotels

And make whoopie

Pull they hair

Call em out they names

Dont you like that?

Then i give my lil sister the cash

So she strike that

*************z like mac

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas

And i only shop at them military

Stores cousin

Solja rag on my eyes till i die

************* what?

Im a tank dogg

These *************z is just mutts

(arf!)

(chorus)(x2)

(krazy)

My ************* jeff just got 30 years

************* mc

Went in a house

Found a safe with about 3 bricks

Thats that punk ************* deuce-a

Sweatin my *************z

He wont rest until my whole click's

Doin some figgaz

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?

A young *************

With a .45

Bustin on site

What i might

Is whether (?) bleed with passion

See this drug game to me

Is like a fatal attraction

Salvation from this life

Thats what i need

See these jealous ass *************z

Wont let me breathe

Will i succeed in this cold world?

Pray for me please

I dont get caught up in this rap life

A dying disease

Over seas is where they come from

We know who sent them

If them ******* six-teenth

I believe ill get them

I aint ****** with no new *************z

Believe im ballin

If i ever go to jail

Big boz im callin

Will my real *************z ride for me?

Believe they will

If i get killed

Bring me back to the ivoryville

*************

(chorus)(x2)

(d.i.g.)

They say only god can judge me

My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3

Prolly in the year 2 g

But livin this street life

Im thuggin and ready to rumble

With any ************* that ready to tussle

Mother*******

I feel as if im at the edge of my life

So i give it to them raw

In the heat of the night

I aint hard to find

Im the ************* with the two 9's

Next to the last don

************* thugged out for mine

A made man

The bossalinie of the scenery

And be full of that greenery

When you peepin me

Im full of that crime family

Im on the grind and i can handle that

I aint trappin

I gotta weigh that shake

Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients

Some ghetto ****

Go round tweekin

And get d.i.g.

Thats me im a young *************

************* around with me dog

And y'all get done *************

(chorus) (x4)