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boyz in da dirty ft. tum tum f
Big Tuck
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Teezy, Mikey Deezy, Tuck, Teezy
Cruisin' down the street in my big fleet
Clockin' a house, blowin' a sweet
Cell phone ringin', who could it be?
It's my nigga Big Tuck, heard he had some beef
Burned off on these hoes then lit up another sweet
O.C. reached in the sash box and pulled out the heat
Wild bastard over them, now the clip in the K
'Bout to turn a bitch nigga sunny day gray
'Cause the boys in the county is always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Ain't nothin' in life but to die and get rich
Quit stuntin', homeboy, you know you ain't 'bout shit
Jumped in the whip at about five
Knowin' I had to meet Tuck on the south side
Rollin' down Red Street, got pulled over by the cops
No tickets, they wanna see my throwback and my watch
Tell the niggas fall down, burned off on spokes
With a million dollar mouth with some thousand dollar locs
Glock no searches so I'm ready at all times
You fuckin' with the bad guys, you wanna take mine
Twenty-two inch silver like MC Phat on the gator
With some T.I.'s on the white Escalator
Real killers on us, escalators and elevators
I know y'all mad but (So fuck you haters)
Yeah, it's Teezy, baby, I'm a big timer now
Yeah, it's Teezy, baby, I'm a wood turner now
Get me a slab, I'ma screen it up and dub it
Boy, you should've known by now, Teezy does it
'Cause the boys in the county is always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Ain't nothin' in life but to die and get rich
Quit stuntin', homeboy, you know you ain't 'bout shit
I stop feelin' like my wheels turn
Freaky, freaky, get that dough
Ride behind tint, who can it be?
Tuck, purple SS, touch of candy
Same case of slack, I'm cockin' up on three
I ain't tryin' to be gangsta, bitch, gangsta's me
Pulled up in club at about six
Niggas high cappin' like we some bitch
Grab all the guns, let it shoot through them bricks
Knock on this door, bitch, I ain't see a bitch
Boys get mad 'cause we sellin' and buyin'
Thank God we rappin', we ain't walkin' with irons
Doubtin' our name, tryin' to dim our shine
We all the way gangsta, we'll blow your mind
Still low ridin', gotta get my dough
Ten G's a show, how I control the flow
Heads to the safe with some Alaskan dro
Open up the curtain, bitch, it's the show
Undisputed champ, I refuse to lose
Step up in the club, they like, "Look at that gloss"
Starin' at my teeth, thinkin', "Look at that frost"
Judge by that bracelet, he a goddamn boss
Comin' to Holly Hook, said, "Fat boy, get ready"
Had a white top Jeep with purple stains on my belly
Opened up the door, grabbed my machete
My clique got meat bars, we'll make your brain leak spaghetti
Swag on blaze, lookin' real clean
And I'm ready to kill 'cause I'm gone off that lean
In the candy machine with my mug on mean
I'm 'bout to drop a nigga like I dropped my twin
Two of them left a note to holla at Doobie
The nigga rolled out with a submachine Uzi
Laid out the lot so the laws could lose me
Hearin' sirens while I'm high make my body feel woozy
Pulled up with Common Tuck about seven
Dumped a body in the river at 7-Eleven
Got these foot to tweets from 7-Eleven
Oh, thank heaven for 7-Eleven
Pull up five five tens, lookin' real tight
Tom Tom on the left, Big Tuck on the right
The boys in the hood play the game dirty
Smokin' on popcorn inside AMC 30
'Cause the boys in the county is always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Ain't nothin' in life but to die and get rich
Quit stuntin', homeboy, you know you ain't 'bout shit