Music : AZ/Samuel Barnes/Jean-Claude Olivier
(Produced By Trackmasters)
(AZ) Yeah...Where's it at?
From Coke to shit, gettin' it on the outta state stri
Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space ****
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made ****
Love or hate it, had two mother****ers playin' day shif
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 **** wit that Crack, but be the first stuc
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
(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 shit game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it
Some thugs have all the luck (We got this)
Some thugs have all the fame
(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
Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the lo
It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go
It's our price, shit and the vice, watch me blo
It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me
Too many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit m
Plus my connects still hit me
What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crisp
What makes a man? Most y'all niggas fakin' y'all han
Wrong shit up in you cake mix takin' your gram
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 shit, girl is ****in
You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week
Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain
Locked up doin' major time, or
On the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing
It's the shit gam
(AZ)Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money
Brag money, the type killas 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, niggas just lovin' the di
Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, different ammounts, **** a bi
We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin'
Legit jobs, houses and cars, but no shinin'
Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left
Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain
Locked up doin' major time, or
On the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain
Locked up doin' major time, or
On the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing
Game don't stop... Wha...
You know the kings, we know the kings
It's Like this y'all...VIP... Ved bag, shit diggin
Niggas gnawin' off this shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear
Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the ****? We ou