Big Toys Lyrics - Goodfellas - 504 Boyz

(Krazy) 

What what what what what 

(Chorus) 

(Krazy) 

Who talkin noise? 

We makin noise 

504 boy 

Playin with them big toys 

(X4) 

(Mac) 

Look 

Motherfuckers 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 niggaz rookie 

I crush em like pink cookies 

Dont fuck with me 

When im broke 

Pissed off 

And my bitch aint given me no nookie 

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 

Niggaz like mac 

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas 

And I only shop at them military 

Stores cousin 

Solja rag on my eyes till I die 

Nigga what? 

Im a Tank Dogg 

These niggaz is just mutts 

(ARF!) 

(Chorus)(X2) 

(Krazy) 

My nigga Jeff just got 30 years 

Fuck MC 

Went in a house 

Found a safe with about 3 bricks 

Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A 

Sweatin my niggaz 

He wont rest until my whole click's 

Doin some figgaz 

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? 

A young nigga 

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 niggaz 

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 bitches six-teenth 

I believe ill get them 

I aint fuckin with no new niggaz 

Believe im ballin 

If I ever go to jail 

Big Boz im callin 

Will my real niggaz ride for me? 

Believe they will 

If I get killed 

Bring me back to the IvoryVille 

Nigga 

(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 nigga that ready to tussle 

Motherfucker 

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 nigga with the two 9's 

Next to the Last Don 

Nigga 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 dope 

Go round tweekin 

And get D.I.G. 

Thats me im a young nigga 

Fuck around with me dog 

And y'all get done nigga 

(Chorus) (X4)