Mozzy - Boyz to Men (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Boyz to Men (en) Lyrics
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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
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
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