الأغاني: Boss Hogg Outlawz. Boyz-N-Blue.

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
When we come at you?

I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me
I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat
Daily sounds banging loud like a symphony
You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me
I'ma keep it on the real 'bout this hogging life

Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life
Keep the money on my mind, number one all time
Other dummies gonna wine when we come out shining
It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do'
Kick a nigga in his face like I kick his do'
Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this flow

Daily riding solo, known for spending his do'
I'ma hit this hoe then change locations
'Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stays impatient
Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation
Sir Daily on the mic, so don't change the station

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
When we come at you?

Killa nice with his hands like Vince Dasene
Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim
Get more respect than a king, and a prince you seen
I heard you nice with the mic, gotta convince my team
I wreck every beat I'm on, 'cause it's my duty, mayn

Make a hit and don't say shit like Putie Tang
I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big pimping
Rock and handcuffing or saving a trick, you big sissy
So pay me what you owe me on the block

I put this part up to your Cavaliers
I'm like Kobe with the glock
Or Obi One Kinobi with the glock
'Cause I put the beam to your head
And rob you niggaz blind

When you blink and your bread in
Have you niggaz hollering and scream
When you scared in a hospital bed
And you dream that you dead but you're not
Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped
Then it's cocked and unlocked from the top

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
When we come at you?

It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime
I got a lot of shit on my mind when I put it down
I'm trying to put seven circles behind my dolla signs
And push a drop top, that's hand designed
With a B on the behind, floss like a boss

Valet park it, run up my penthouse
I'm hungry, tired of being starving Marvin
Had to hit Interscope and tell Jimmy let's bargain
The Dirty South Arching, belong to us
It's us Boyz-N-Blue, leaving boys in dust

In God we trust, 'cause He down with us
My whole team supreme, hot boys sped up
Slim Thugger, the Slim Thug that I am so gangsta
'Cause that's how my brain was programmed
It's the Boss, niggaz best respect my fam
Or catch bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
When we come at you?