Beezy E lyrics

[Intro: Doe Boy & KEY!]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Beezy
Woah, Kenny!

[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm f*cking a b*tch, I'm cuffing a hoe
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
pus*y ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say sh*t I shot him dead in the face (let's go)

[Verse 1]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be on [?] Ave. soon
I gotta grab my gun before my day begin
'Cause I need it when I kick it with my thug ass friends
Got a .50 in his clip, he think he slidin' down this b*tch
Think he slidin', must ain't never thought 'bout dyin' 'round this b*tch
I was twelve years old tryna ride for the clique
I just told your hoe I loved her, I was lyin' to your b*tch (oh, really?)
You can't ask about no Beezy, they will tell you he blow
Cops question 'bout a murder, yeah, they swear I know
Young n***a on the block tryna sell me a pole
Lil Mike J tryna sell a gun he just stole
[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm f*cking a b*tch, I'm cuffing a hoe (let's go)
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (oh really)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
pus*y ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say sh*t I shot him dead in the face (let's go)

[Verse 2]
You think he gangta but he pus*y, no, your man's not with it
Safe figures spot a couple hundred bands locked in it
Yellow tape on the block, yeah, headshot did it
N***a rolled his window down, then his head dropped with it
Bald lil n***a, and I barely don't listen
Let you cuff the b*tch, I just f*ck and go missing
RBMG, b*tch, we play with extensions
Only time my card was pulled when I was playing in prison (no cap)
Yeah, them boys in the hood, they think they hard
'Til you catch 'em outside, leave 'em dead in the yard
When I pull up with that choppa, I ain't playin' at all
Shouldn't o' tried to be a gangsta, shoulda kept playin' ball (oh, really?)

[Chorus]
Slidin' through the hood in my new ghost
I'm f*cking a b*tch, I'm cuffing a hoe
Went on the block to check the trap
Young n****s outside tryna sell me a MAC (let's go)
A car pulled up, who can it be?
pus*y ass opp tryna slide on me
He rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
Who couldn't say sh*t I shot him dead in the face
[Outro]
(Boys in the hood, they always hard)
Let's go