"Lil' Boyz" lyrics
(feat. Lil Wayne, Big Tymers)
[Juvenile:]
You little boys don't know what it mean to get shot
You little boys don't wanna do nothing but hang on the block
You little boys ain't ready to go to the pen
You little boys ain't ready to be sleeping with nothing but men
You little boys better stay in your place
You little boys ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You little boys be out here sniffing that furl
You little boys gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You little boys had better hit you a lick
You little boys shouldn't have to ask another nigga for shit
You little boys don't even respect your mamma
You little boys don't even have the sense to be a Big Tymer
You little boys swear to God it's a game
You little boys gotta kill something and get you a name
You little boys always be making a scene
You little boys wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens
[Lil' Wayne:]
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
[Baby:]
You little boys better clear the block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock the Glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these little boys ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playing with mine
Fuck these bezel bitch niggas gon' meet the devil
little boys don't know they playing with rainy weather
Fucking with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
[Lil' Wayne:]
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look
[Mannie Fresh:]
Check it out, check it out
You little boys make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You little boys need to go ahead on and quit, see
You little boys know y'all time is up
You little boys need to (Gimme gimme gimme), get the fuck
You little boys kinda like had '99
But look, you little boys from today to lights out, it's mine
You little boys need to [?] with y'all's friends
You little boys really women with paws like mans
You little boys stay out mine and worry 'bout yours
You little boys is the right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You little boys need to stop stealing my beats
You little boys think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You little boys know I do beats for twenty
You little boys add that up: zero zero zero, comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You little boys tell y'all baby-mamma I'm back in town
You little boys smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne:]
(Look, look)
When I ride, dog, chopper be on my side, dog
Niggas better run, duck, hide, dog, 'cause I'm about to let bullets fly, dog
Bahdi-by-by, get it right, nigga
They all know Lil Weezy ride at night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up tight, nigga
Duct tape your mamma, and shoot off in your wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothing nice around here, stupid
Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid
Keep spraying, the MAC-11 burst, hit 'em where it hurts
I'ma shoot first, soak his shirt (Ksshhh!)
Blood all over the place
Hit the block, have thugs all over the place
It's Lil Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
What
You little boys don't know what it mean to get shot
You little boys don't wanna do nothing but hang on the block
You little boys ain't ready to go to the pen
You little boys ain't ready to be sleeping with nothing but men
You little boys better stay in your place
You little boys ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You little boys be out here sniffing that furl
You little boys gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You little boys had better hit you a lick
You little boys shouldn't have to ask another nigga for shit
You little boys don't even respect your mamma
You little boys don't even have the sense to be a Big Tymer
You little boys swear to God it's a game
You little boys gotta kill something and get you a name
You little boys always be making a scene
You little boys wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens
[Lil' Wayne:]
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
[Baby:]
You little boys better clear the block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock the Glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these little boys ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playing with mine
Fuck these bezel bitch niggas gon' meet the devil
little boys don't know they playing with rainy weather
Fucking with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
[Lil' Wayne:]
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look
[Mannie Fresh:]
Check it out, check it out
You little boys make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You little boys need to go ahead on and quit, see
You little boys know y'all time is up
You little boys need to (Gimme gimme gimme), get the fuck
You little boys kinda like had '99
But look, you little boys from today to lights out, it's mine
You little boys need to [?] with y'all's friends
You little boys really women with paws like mans
You little boys stay out mine and worry 'bout yours
You little boys is the right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You little boys need to stop stealing my beats
You little boys think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You little boys know I do beats for twenty
You little boys add that up: zero zero zero, comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You little boys tell y'all baby-mamma I'm back in town
You little boys smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne:]
(Look, look)
When I ride, dog, chopper be on my side, dog
Niggas better run, duck, hide, dog, 'cause I'm about to let bullets fly, dog
Bahdi-by-by, get it right, nigga
They all know Lil Weezy ride at night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up tight, nigga
Duct tape your mamma, and shoot off in your wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothing nice around here, stupid
Keep playing, you won't see next year, stupid
Keep spraying, the MAC-11 burst, hit 'em where it hurts
I'ma shoot first, soak his shirt (Ksshhh!)
Blood all over the place
Hit the block, have thugs all over the place
It's Lil Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys better slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Look, you little boys need to slow down
Up in the morning, in the court, it's 'bout to go down
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