It's A Boy Thing


[Featuring Nature]


Yeah...Where's it at?

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 shit

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 Amor Alled up Cherry scented

Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute

Play the block smellin' easy miyach, 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

CHORUS: 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


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

To 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 fakin' y'all hand

Wrong shit u