Lyrics of 'Big Toys (feat. Krazy & Mac)' by 504 Boyz

Who talkin noise?
We makin noise
504 boy
Playin with them big toys

Look Motherfuckers its mac
The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua
Camo'd assasin To the best [?] the epitomy
Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda
Hold your horses I come through like whatchu wanna do?
Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2
These niggas rookie I crush em like pink cookies
Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off
And my bitch ain't given me no nookie
Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies
Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie
Pull they hair Call em out they names
Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash
So she strike that Niggas like mac
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I only shop at them military
Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die
Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggas is just mutts
(Arf!)

My nigga Jeff just got 30 years
Fuck MC Went in a house
Found a safe with about 3 bricks
Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A
Sweatin my niggas He won't rest until my whole click's
Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?
A young nigga With a 45 Bustin on site
What I might Is whether [?] bleed with passion
See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction
Salvation from this life Thats what I need
See these jealous ass niggas Won't let me breathe
Will I succeed in this cold world?
Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life
A dying disease Over seas is where they come from
We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth
I believe ill get them I ain't fuckin with no new niggas
Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin
Will my real niggas ride for me? Believe they will
If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga

They say only god can judge me
My peepz say yeah there be world war 3
Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life
Im thuggin and ready to rumble
With any nigga that ready to tussle
Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life
So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night
I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's
Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine
A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery
And be full of that greenery When you peepin me
Im full of that crime family
Im on the grind and I can handle that
I ain't trappin I gotta weigh that shake
Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients
Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin
And get D-I-G Thats me im a young nigga
Fuck around with me dog
And y'all get done nigga