Beezy E

[Intro: Doe Boy & KEY!]

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

Beezy

Woah, Kenny!

[Chorus]

Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost

I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe

Went on the block to check the trap

Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)

A car pulled up, who can it be?

Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me

He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)

Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go)

[Verse 1]

Woke up quick at about noon

Just thought that I had to be on [?] Ave. soon

I gotta grab my gun before my day begin

'Cause I need it when I kick it with my thug ass friends

Got a .50 in his clip, he think he slidin' down this bitch

Think he slidin', must ain't never thought 'bout dyin' 'round this bitch

I was twelve years old tryna ride for the clique

I just told your hoe I loved her, I was lyin' to your bitch (oh, really?)

You can't ask about no Beezy, they will tell you he blow

Cops question 'bout a murder, yeah, they swear I know

Young n***a on the block tryna sell me a pole

Lil Mike J tryna sell a gun he just stole

[Chorus]

Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost

I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe (let's go)

Went on the block to check the trap

Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (oh really)

A car pulled up, who can it be?

Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me

He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)

Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face (let's go)

[Verse 2]

You think he gangta but he pussy, no, your man's not with it

Safe figures spot a couple hundred bands locked in it

Yellow tape on the block, yeah, headshot did it

N***a rolled his window down, then his head dropped with it

Bald lil n***a, and I barely don't listen

Let you cuff the bitch, I just fuck and go missing

RBMG, bitch, we play with extensions

Only time my card was pulled when I was playing in prison (no cap)

Yeah, them boys in the hood, they think they hard

'Til you catch 'em outside, leave 'em dead in the yard

When I pull up with that choppa, I ain't playin' at all

Shouldn't o' tried to be a gangsta, shoulda kept playin' ball (oh, really?)

[Chorus]

Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost

I'm fucking a bitch, I'm cuffing a hoe

Went on the block to check the trap

Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)

A car pulled up, who can it be?

Pussy ass opp tryna slide on me

He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)

Who couldn't say shit I shot him dead in the face

[Outro]

(Boys in the hood, they always hard)

Let's go