Big Toys
(What what what what what)

[Chorus: Krazy]
Who talkin noise?
We makin noise
504 boy
Playin with them big toys

Look Motherf**kers its mac
The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua
Camo'd a**asin 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 n***as rookie I crush em like pink cookies
Dont f**k with me When im broke P*ssed off
And my b*t*h ain't 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 N***as like mac
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I only shop at them military
Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die
N***a what? Im a Tank Dogg These n***as is just mutts


My n***a Jeff just got 30 years
F**k MC Went in a house
Found a safe with about 3 bricks
Thats that punk b*t*h Deuce-A
Sweatin my n***as He won't rest until my whole click's
Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?
A young n***a With a .45 Bustin on site
What I might Is whether (?) bleed with pa**ion
See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction
Salvation from this life Thats what I need
See these jealous a** n***as Won't 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 b*t*hes six-teenth
I believe ill get them I ain't f**kin with no new n***as
Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin
Will my real n***as ride for me? Believe they will
If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille N***a


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 n***a that ready to tussle
Motherf**ker 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 ain't hard to find Im the n***a with the two 9's
Next to the Last Don N***a 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 ain't 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 n***a
F**k around with me dog
And y'all get done n***a
[Chorus 4x]