It's A Boy Thing

(album: Pieces Of A Man - 1998)

[AZ:]
Yeah...Where's it at?
From Coke to Dope, getting it on the outta state strip
Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit
Love or hate it, had two bitches playing day shit
Kept a cheese line security, holding three nines
I'm trying to see mines, knowing diesel's on the decline
Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up?
See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck
Too many on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop from the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it
Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented
Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute
Play the block smelling easy miyach, I'm buried in it
It's boss playing, respect the lifestyle I'm portraying
Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playing
Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind
Told the only way to get doe is if you grind

[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that)
Locked up doing major time, or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah)
It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it)
Some thugs have all the luck (We got this)
Some thugs have all the fame

[AZ:]
So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold
Cars we all drove, hoes we all know
Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow
Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low
It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go
It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow
It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me
To many 50/50 niggas trying to chill wit me, build wit me
Plus my connects still hit me
What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy
What makes a man? Most y'all niggas faking y'all hand
Wrong shit up in you cake mix taking your grams
If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do
Clientel first before you try stretching your stew
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change
Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine
You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week
Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurting streets

[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck (Wha)
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know?)
Locked up doing major time (Double digits), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)

[AZ:]
Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money
Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me
Name ringing medallion on my chain swinging
We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slinging
Turkeys on Thanksgiving, loving the chips
Seven day trips, bitches just loving the dip
Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, different ammounts, fuck a bid
We slow grinding, lady friends co-signing
Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shining
Life or death, learning new steps, right from left
Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest

[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know)
Locked up doing major time (25 with a L), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Woar)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (It's like this)
Locked up doing major time (It's on & on & on), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing

[AZ:]
Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's
like this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinking, niggas gnawing off this
shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the fuck? We out