Dem boyz

(Young Jeezy)

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back (back, back)



(T.I.)

Yeah, yeah yeah, ay

What it is Block?

Boyz N Da Hood

Let's ride nigga



Ay, ain't no introduction needed

Every nigga in Atlanta know

You try me when you see me nigga

I'ma spit ya cantaloupe

Trigga happy and in a hurry to let dem hammers go;

You actin' like you sick in da head, I got the antidote

I'm comin' wit a question most niggas ain't got da answer fo';

I'm cool as a fan but I'll kill a nigga like cancer tho'

Dem Boyz N Da Hood keep 44's and calicos

454's under da hood of they Super Sports

You know it's goin' down when they lights low and they movin' slow

They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'?

T.I.P, da Westside Warrior

So you should know that gunfights under the street lights

I'm used to those



(chorus)

It's dem Boyz N Da Hood, sell anything for profit

Five in da mornin' on da corner clockin'

Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop it

And you can get anywhere, anybody

Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay

Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze

Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's

Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin' paid



Big D, Big D

Edge Hang, Edge Hang

Big D, Big D

Swat Dawg, Swat Dawg

Big D, Big D

Edge Hang, Edge Hang

Big D, Big D

Zone 3, Zone 3



I'm on da corner wit killaz holdin' onto dem pistols

Da only nigga dat ? and crackin' dem nickles

I'm up on da block and I'm posted like Moses Malone

50 a pop, my numbers and 50 is on

I'm still in da spot where most of these ? get blown

Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong

I'm in da gutta hoe where most of my partnaz alone

All of dem live by da streets, and most of dem die by da chrome



(chorus)

(Game)

Ay give the little nigga his ball back



Game Boyz, put a clip in a 45, cock back

Jeezy show a nigga where to pop at

All da bullshit niggas is talkin', better stop dat

? where Block at. Ain't kiddin', got a 6-4, drop dat

Test drove a new Bentley and cop dat

I'll show you where da rock at

Show you where Eazy E and Dr. Dre get shop at

Same place Ronnie King got beat by da cops at;

Dat was '92, when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop

And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at

Unsolved by da boyz in blue

Hundred niggas outside

Nobody know who

But I do. L.A.P.D. dats on me, matter fact I put dat on Piru

I'ma die too, for da shit I said, if I was the Prez

Probably would have lied too

But let me get off that and get back to rap

Give all my hood niggas somethin' new to ride to

I'ma keep it real dawg when a guy wanna live was dead

Homie I'd cry too, probably ? and it's a god damn shame

We ain't know we was 'bout to be left out too

What about you?

How the fuck did you feel when you heard Jam Master Jay got killed

Or when Soulja Slim got capped

Feel my pain and do the nolia clap

You from N.Y. nigga show respect;

You from L.A. take da rag out ya pocket and show 'em that

Gang bangin' and gold is back; me and T.I. holdin' da track



(chorus)

Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man

ATL's bad boy, Mr. Eastside hisself

A to the K, Jose Williams Jr

Yeah ride through ? wit my hat bent to da left

The Eastside Chevy rida

Ay yo Puff, you know I had do it



Boyz N Da Hood, number 1