Boehse Onkelz

Boehse Onkelz - 10 Jahre

[Lil' Wayne]

They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'

Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'

A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead

But for the bread I bring ya anybody head

That's how I play it I don't hold back

I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack

Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back

I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac

Now BLOCKA nigga get off me


Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up

Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up

Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine

New prints on the back I make a million in big time

I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy

I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby

Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots

All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides


Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit

Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit


Thugged Out, Cash Money ha

B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha

We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha

Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha

Yo what up Kiko it gets real check it

We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas

Heyyo these countless bitches

We used to fuck 'em on campus

You my roley ha ha

I'm your roley ha ha

Fuck with us we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha

Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge

Then I got a Hummer that's sittin on 32's

But for the hood we got the eastcoast locked

Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots

Come anywhere near there and still be shot

Prat Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas

Shot shot



>From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money

I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry

We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies

Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney

Throw your sets up nigga

Throw your side up nigga

Ride or die young nigga

Get high young nigga

Stay fly young nigga

Do what you gotta survive young nigga

[Maze ]

Live we fly down in New Orleans

Get it purpulatin

You smell me keep that fire green circulating

Thugged Out with Cash Money

Thugs we stash your arms

Weeds get blazed from your face till feet

With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin

My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses

Get rocked or get it on if you bout it

Cause boy you're in the zone

You take routes quick like Roy Jones


Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit

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