Boyz-N-Blue

(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug)

[Hook]

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you

Now tell me, what are you gonna do - 2x

When we come at you

Uh, uh, uh..

[Sir Daily]

I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me

I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat

Daily sounds banging loud, like a symphony

You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me

I'ma keep it on the real, bout this Hogging life

Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life

Keep the money on my mind, number one all time

Other dummies gonna wine, when we come out shining

It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do'

Kick a nigga in his face, like I kick his do'

Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this flow

Daily riding solo, known for spending his do'

I'ma hit this hoe, then change locations

Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stay's impatient

Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation

Sir Daily on the mic, so don't change the station

[Hook]

[Kyleon]

Killa nice with his hands, like Vince Dasene

Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim

Get more respect than a king, and a prince you seen

I heard you nice with the mic, gotta convince my team

I wreck every beat I'm on, cause it's my duty mayn

Make a hit and don't say shit, like Putie Tang

I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big pimping

Rock and handcuffing or saving a trick, you big sissy

So pay me what you owe me, on the block

I put this part up to your Cavaliers, I'm like Kobe with the glock

Or Obi-One-Kinobi, with the glock

Cause I put the beam to your head, and rob you niggaz blind

When you blink, and your bread in

Have you niggaz hollering, and scream

When you scared in, a hospital bed

And you dream that you dead, but you're not

Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped

Then it's cocked and unlocked, from the top

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]

It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime

I got a lot of shit on my mind, when I put it down

I'm trying to put seven circles, behind my dolla signs

And push a drop top, that's hand designed

With a B on the behind, floss like a boss

Valet park it, run up my penthouse

I'm hungry, tired of being Starving Marvin

Had to hit Interscope, and tell Jimmy let's bargain

The Dirty South Arching, belong to us

It's us Boyz-N-Blue, leaving boys in dust

In God we trust, cause he down with us

My whole team supreme, hot boys sped up

Slim Thugger, the Slim Thug that I am

So gangsta, cause that's how my brain was programmed

It's the Boss, niggaz best respect my fam

Or catch bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam

[Hook]