It's a Boy Thing

[Intro: AZ] Yeah Where's it at? [Verse 1: AZ] From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day shift Kept a cheese line, security, holdin' three nines I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up? See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck Too many on the same block, same talk In fact they all probably cop from the same spot I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it Dash board Armor Alled up, cherry scented Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute Play the block smell like Issey Miyake, I'm buried in it It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin' Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin' Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind Told the only way to get doe is if you grind [Hook: Nature, AZ] Some thugs have all the luck While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that) Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine, yeah) It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it) Some thugs have all the luck (We got this) Some thugs have all the fame [Verse 2: AZ] So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold Cars we all drove, hoes we all know Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me Too many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit me Plus my connects still hit me What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy What makes a man? Most y'all niggas faking y'all hand Wrong shit up in you cake mix taking your grams If you a hustler, do it like the hustlers do Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew Big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change Boy is a slang for dope, girl is cocaine You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' the streets [Hook: Nature, AZ] Some thugs have all the luck While some thugs feel all the pain (You know) Locked up doin' major time (Double digits) Or on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (3-5-7, nine and a half) It's the dope game (Surprise, body bag, unknown) [Verse 3: AZ] Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin' We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin' Turkeys on Thanksgiving, lovin' the chips Seven day trips, bitches just lovin' the dip Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs Just bank accounts, different amounts, fuck a bid We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin' Legit jobs, houses and cars, but no shinin' Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest [Hook x2: Nature] [Outro: AZ] Game don't stop What You know the kings, we know the kings It's like this, y'all VIP... Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas gnawin' off this shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the fuck? We out