My Boy - A-Mafia

Uh-huh

Uh

Y’all thought I was gonna come back weak?

Never

Deep in the Game Entertainment

Born Di Biase, whatup?

Harlem

Underworld

A-Mafia, let’s get it

We gettin money my boy

We hittin honeys my boy

Making flips, taking trips where it sunny my boy

We eatin good my boy

Be in the hood my boy

100 round drum, wish these niggas would my boy

I’m getting bucks while they sleep

Getting ducks while they cheap

And these suckers that creep

Getting slumped in they jeep

My young bitch a pro, love it when I’m fucking her deep

In these streets they say what you sow is what you gon reap

I’m sick and tired of these lames

My clique gon body the game

I really did it and you didn’t nigga, how we the same?

While you rowdy for fame, all these styles we gon claim

95 on 95, got the Audi in flames

What’s the prices of coke?

Nigga your life is a joke

With the knife you get poked, or you might can get smoked

I want a bitch who into freaky shit, like to get choked

Hatin niggas don’t want to see me rich, like when I’m broke

Niggas know I’m for real, just finished closing a deal

Got two verses in Japan and a show in Brazil

These freaks is easy, all they need is dro and a pill

The streets they need me, real niggas know what I feel

We gettin money my boy

We hittin honeys my boy

Making flips, taking trips where it sunny my boy

We eatin good my boy

Be in the hood my boy

100 round drum, wish these niggas would my boy

I’m the 40th don, with the gawdiest charm

Ball so hard in the streets, niggas call me Lebron

You for surely a pawn, read my story in songs

Kidnap your brother, your sister, your shorty, your moms

New tape is finally here, they say it’s finally my year

Got the mansion in the country, wanna find me I’m near

Heard them new J’s bout to come out, gotta find me a pair

Yeah, but I ain’t waiting on no line for them shits (Hahaha)

These young niggas going crazy, losing they mind for them shits

Matter fact we getting paid ain’t got no time for them shits

Force my hand you a goner, after I blam I don’t want her

Getin money on the phone, I don’t stand on a corner

Dibiase my bousin, Leek and Robbie my cousins

They was with me since day 1, when a lot of y’all wasn’t

Building 5−5-7 in the lobby or hustlin

Uh, Deep in the game, only posse I fuck with

We gettin money my boy

We hittin honeys my boy

Making flips, taking trips where it sunny my boy

We eatin good my boy

Be in the hood my boy

100 round drum, wish these niggas would my boy