Jack Boyz lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Team Eastside

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Ayy, I heard the Jack Boyz lookin' for me (Lookin' for me)
Two 40s, two choppers, b*tch, it's nothin' to me
Yeah, I said this sh*t already, but I really mean it (Yeah)
Sell blow and hard like the f*ckin' cement (Let's go)
Team East in this b*tch, we a bunch of G's (Ghetto Boyz)
Y'all n*ggas came to play like Chuck E. Cheese (Lil' n*ggas)
My n*ggas came to ball, where the black bottoms? (Where they at?)
Came with my n*gga Duke, he bought the black bottom (Let him know)
Just hung up with billions, 'bout to take sh*t over (Yeah)
If you n*ggas need a brick, call Baking Soda (Blrrt)
If you need a pint of lean, n*gga, call me (Call mе)
Temper short, money long likе tall tees (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Damedot]
Money bring power (Money bring power)
Money bring jealousy, money bring hate (Hate)
These n*ggas fake (These n*ggas fake)
Money bring hoes (Hoes)
Money bring them killers to a b*tch n*gga door (Glraat)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty
[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Go on, try)
But if this play make it back, I'd be up fifty (Bands)
If I ball, my n*gga ball, n*gga, dunk with me
Always got the lowest prices, n*gga, f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
Word on the streets Ghetto Boyz droppin' soon (Yop)
f*ck killin' pus*y n*ggas, we'd drop the goons
Team East green guys, n*gga, the makahoons (My n*ggas)
Got throwaway money, went and shopped at June
I could ride white buffs with the gold trimming
Wanna talk about work? I done sold plenty (Sold everything)
Got that sh*t movin' fast, no hemi (You hear me?)
More money, more problems, more cents

[Chorus: Damedot & Peezy]
Money bring power (Money bring power)
Money bring jealousy, money bring hate (Hate)
These n*ggas fake (These n*ggas fake)
Money bring hoes (Hoes)
Money bring them killers to a b*tch n*gga door (Glraat)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work (Yeah), we done sold plenty
[Verse 3: Peezy]
Ayy, the Jack Boyz, they can't stand us (Oh yeah?)
Well, I'ma buy the booth to make you n*ggas stand up (Stand up)
This just dime cost me five hundred and some (Real sh*t)
Could've bought a plane ticket and found a tan plug
You broke n*ggas love hatin' me, I love bands (That's f*cked up)
Man, these sucker n*ggas fear what they don't understand (You hear me?)
That's where our machine guns hold a hundred, fam' (A whole hundred)
f*ck these n*ggas tryna stop what we got comin' in
I hear these n*ggas plottin' on me, but I still get it (I'm still gettin' it)
Man, you pus*y n*ggas lucky that y'all still livin' (Lil' n*gga)
Thought we was down for the count, but we still in it (We still in it)
Team East Syrup Gang, n*gga, [?]

[Chorus: Damedot, Peezy & Babyface Ray]
Money bring power (Yeah, money bring power)
Money bring jealousy, money bring hate (Hate)
These n*ggas fake (These n*ggas fake)
Money bring hoes (Hoes)
Money bring them killers to a b*tch n*gga door (Glraat)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me, yeah)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty
[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Money had them freak b*tches on your head (On my di*k)
Paranoid with the strap layin' by the bed (Damn)
Yeah, I heard them Jack Boyz out again (Come on)
f*ck a chain, we gon' all buy choppers then
Get a bag, run through it, re-cop again
Grab a CD while you here, come shop again
Lame n*ggas di*k suckin', sh*t gotta end
Ray Allen, game six, b*tch, I gotta win
These hoes so dirty, I can never trust 'em (Never)
They see a bankroll around, they let whoever f*ck 'em (Whoever)
My n*ggas love me, they'd come and do whatever for me (Right now)
Send shots, take shots, go to Heaven for me

[Chorus: Damedot]
Money bring power (Money bring power)
Money bring jealousy, money bring hate (Hate)
These n*ggas fake (These n*ggas fake)
Money bring hoes (Hoes)
Money bring them killers to a b*tch n*gga door (Glraat)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
I heard the Jack Boyz tryna get me (Tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout work, we done sold plenty (Bah, bah-bah- bah-bah, bah)