Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boyz To Men, artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Song language: English
Boyz To Men |
| Suckers on the 'Gram with blammy, they tell him to use it |
| My brudda brudda just paroled, family reunion |
| I know a hundred niggas broke that ain’t sellin' the toolage |
| Pink fifties lookin' crispy, the hundreds is bluein' |
| My location is the ghetto, I’m bomfortably boolin' |
| The Crips love me on the B, niggas fuck with the movement |
| Lil' Jewish prostitute, blew a bag on the jewels |
| Blew a stack on Amiris, then blew a stack on the shoes |
| Ayy, if they threatened you with life, would you crack on your goon? |
| I tend to whisper when I feel it’s a rat in the room |
| How you put the homies on, but let your brothers starve? |
| That nigga Bob was takin' trips inside his mother car |
| It’s Oak Park, 4th Ave, forever fuck a star |
| Thirty P’s inside a duffle, this a hundred large |
| Damn, my nigga died off a couple bars |
| I can’t believe you think you sippin' with that cup of Par |
| Them cold cuffs’ll turn a boy to a man, y’all |
| If he ain’t takin' care his kids, don’t understand dawg |
| Nightmares of being captured in a standoff |
| Ain’t even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off |
| Them cold cuffs’ll turn a boy to a man, y’all |
| If he ain’t takin' care his kids, don’t understand dawg |
| Nightmares of being captured in a standoff |
| Ain’t even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off |
| Hundred-fifty thou' in twenties just to throw around |
| Pollute the air with Candy, girl, we just blew a pound, move around |
| Ayy, ten-to-four, dice lose if they don’t hit him now |
| Fuck around and strip him, he ain’t been around |
| I miss the green and the yellow store |
| You got potential, they don’t tell us, though |
| So we’ll never know |
| I miss Deezy, hard to let him go |
| I love you Terrion and A, this shit forever 4, yeah |
| I’m deeply rooted, nigga, set in stone |
| They wanna know if I’m One Mob, run and tell 'em no |
| 'Cause I’m from 4th and only, 4th and 12th my second home |
| Real traditional gang member, they respect it, though |
| He dissin' Zo in all his songs and we gon' catch him, though |
| I mention Zo in all my songs, that’s inevitable, yeah |
| I should’ve been at Deray’s service, he’s irreparable |
| Any excuse that I could think of unacceptable with standards |
| Them cold cuffs’ll turn a boy to a man, y’all |
| If he ain’t takin' care his kids, don’t understand dawg |
| Nightmares of being captured in a standoff |
| Ain’t even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off |
| Them cold cuffs’ll turn a boy to a man, y’all |
| If he ain’t takin' care his kids, don’t understand dawg |
| Nightmares of being captured in a standoff |
| Ain’t even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off |