Lyrics The Boyz In the Hood - Papoose

I know yall niggas hear my footsteps out there
I told you so
Violator management
Thuga thuga thuga thuga
Thugacation
(Riiiicccky)
One hand on a desert eagle
My other hand on my dick takin a leak fool
Next to the garbage can infront of keyfood
The piss splashed on my kicks, I let my feet move
You tellin me you a G, but I don't believe you
Cuz tellin me you a G that's not a G move
I'm the soul controller of all of these dudes
I'm the reason they threw away their evisu
Carry the city by myself, NY heavy
I sent the whole rikus island to law library
Cuz me and slay don't perpitrate, we dictate
We the reason yall puttin credits on yall mixtapes
I'ma sign my name in the book at his wake
Cuz he movin too fast, he better switch pace
When you alive they call you a ugly bastard
But when you die they say 'he look good in a casket'
The wake, the funeral, and the burial
After that nobody remembers you
So as long as you alive, get your revenue
Stop chasin them hepers, that's what you better do
He bustin his gun... The boyz in the hood
He flippin his work... The boyz in the hood
He doin his dirty... The boyz in the hood
The wool to the earth... The boyz in the hood
You put numbers on me, I'll kill you for free
Have niggas ridin on you in the name of loyalty
You clappin at me, how many shots 3?
He got 5 more left, I'm countin them to the tee
Soon as he empty, I swear to my whole team
I'm a chase his ass down and give him the whole thing
Respect what niggas do what they do, but you over did it
You can't take me out the picture I'm photogenic
I'll wash both of yall up, you and your co-defendent
I'll wash more niggas up then a home attendent
Most niggas do biz when they go in the system
He keep comin home, I know he snitchin
But they built funeral homes for house niggas like you
Who can't do a day in jail, or see a night through
I'ma come to your funeral wearin a white suit
So people can see the color that you gave your life to
The wake, the funeral, and the burial
After that nobody remembers you
So as long as you alive, get your revenue
Stop hatin on us, that's what you better do
He bustin his gun... The boyz in the hood
He flippin his work... The boyz in the hood
He doin his dirty... The boyz in the hood
The wool to the earth... The boyz in the hood
You could bullet proof your vest, full metal your jacket
Even cops die with those on, it never mattered
Hard hat your head, bullet proof your rider
None of that could stop your ass from gettin shot up
You pressured lately? No fear, I tote the desert bravely
When I hear shots fired, I never let em graze me
When they die they gon' burn in hell cuz heaven praise me
I'm the nicest how could you underestimate me
My introduction was hella crazy
Cuz you only get one chance to make a first impression baby
You gotta keep it gangsta if you plan to ever phase me
How you gonna keep it regular and try to regulate me?
Been bangin a minute you ain't banged a sec
I'm like a hospital for animals, I'm a vet
I got one question for rappers who disrespect me
Whatchu wanna be, cremated or buried?
The wake, the funeral, and the burial
After that nobody remembers you
So as long as you alive, get your revenue
Stop chasin them hepers, that's what you better do
He bustin his gun... The boyz in the hood
He flippin his work... The boyz in the hood
He doin his dirty... The boyz in the hood
The wool to the earth... The boyz in the hood