- Them People lyrics - 504 boyz (feat. Yogi, Halleluyah & Jazzy)
- D-Boys lyrics - 504 boyz (feat. Halleluyah, Rowdy & Playa)
- Bounce Back lyrics - 504 boyz
"Hurricane Katrina: We Gon' Bounce Back" (2005)
Them People lyrics - 504 boyz (feat. Yogi, Halleluyah & Jazzy)
[Intro]
Oh Shit
There go them people
Yo why these motherfucking people keep fucking with me man
Me and my niggas..uhh..
[Hook x2: Krazy {Halleluyah}]
I'ma run, on the block, with a gun
Cause I think I hear them people coming {I here them coming nigga}
And if it's beef, on the block, then it's done
I think I hear that chopper humming {I hear it humming nigga}
[Verse 1: Yogi]
I think I'll take this here bundle and stash it by the bushes
Them laws riding deep and I don't really wanna push it
Plus I got a pistol for them jackaz that be scoping
I gotta keep it on me if them people come, I'm josting
And that's the guidelines that I live and I die by
Niggaz walk up on ya broad day, fuck a drive-by
And if a witness still left in they never leave ya nothing
I gotta run whodi, I hear them people coming
[Verse 2: Jazzy]
3 in the morning them niggaz still getting it
Glocks in my pants, Rocks in my hand
Fiend after fiend taking penitentionary chance
I guess them p's thought that it could be my last thing
They serve things quick on some get down friend shit
My first mind told me to grab mine 'n squeeze quick
So I let loose and let that thing start humming
It wouldnt'a never happened if I wouldnt'a heard them coming
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Krazy]
I scream No Limit dog cause I'm a keen breather
I'm all set tatted up in a wife beater
And my niggaz cross the canal they love me mane
Before this rap shit, dog I was slanging 'caine
My bitches all love to see my tat on my face
I'ma hit 'em with that thing that's below my waist
I'm the realest motherfucker that No Limit got
Find another nigga realer then me, Think of 'Pac
I could touch y'all haters from a mile away
My real friends all call me "Doc Holiday"
Whether I get richer not mailing least I try
And if a nigga said it i'ma hold that nigga life
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Halleluyah]
I'm on the hustle for the bucks like a round the clock
I gotta cheese line of fiends pumped around the block
I keeps it gangsta, the boy stay "Dirty" like "Hampers"
And a 30-30 sound like a bang of the hammer nigga
By any means gotta get it like Malcolm
Keep the semi in my jeans you could figure the outcome..OH
You keep doubting and my niggaz'll come
I suggest you play like you hear them people and run
I'm the realist to ever do it
I got it locked on the block with them grams, Cuz i'm hot with the music
Keep the thang in my hand, Man I like how I use it
Catch a hot one, watch a 4 blow like its fuses
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Man..How these punk police man they keep tryna pull us over man
These punk fucking fedz keep taping our phones and shit man
We ain't tripping man, Ya'll motherfuckers can't stop us man
I hear that chopper humming
Nigga holla heads up when them people coming
New No Limit baby we gon do this shit
Nigga til the game over and the game ain't never over
Oh Shit
There go them people
Yo why these motherfucking people keep fucking with me man
Me and my niggas..uhh..
[Hook x2: Krazy {Halleluyah}]
I'ma run, on the block, with a gun
Cause I think I hear them people coming {I here them coming nigga}
And if it's beef, on the block, then it's done
I think I hear that chopper humming {I hear it humming nigga}
[Verse 1: Yogi]
I think I'll take this here bundle and stash it by the bushes
Them laws riding deep and I don't really wanna push it
Plus I got a pistol for them jackaz that be scoping
I gotta keep it on me if them people come, I'm josting
And that's the guidelines that I live and I die by
Niggaz walk up on ya broad day, fuck a drive-by
And if a witness still left in they never leave ya nothing
I gotta run whodi, I hear them people coming
[Verse 2: Jazzy]
3 in the morning them niggaz still getting it
Glocks in my pants, Rocks in my hand
Fiend after fiend taking penitentionary chance
I guess them p's thought that it could be my last thing
They serve things quick on some get down friend shit
My first mind told me to grab mine 'n squeeze quick
So I let loose and let that thing start humming
It wouldnt'a never happened if I wouldnt'a heard them coming
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Krazy]
I scream No Limit dog cause I'm a keen breather
I'm all set tatted up in a wife beater
And my niggaz cross the canal they love me mane
Before this rap shit, dog I was slanging 'caine
My bitches all love to see my tat on my face
I'ma hit 'em with that thing that's below my waist
I'm the realest motherfucker that No Limit got
Find another nigga realer then me, Think of 'Pac
I could touch y'all haters from a mile away
My real friends all call me "Doc Holiday"
Whether I get richer not mailing least I try
And if a nigga said it i'ma hold that nigga life
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Halleluyah]
I'm on the hustle for the bucks like a round the clock
I gotta cheese line of fiends pumped around the block
I keeps it gangsta, the boy stay "Dirty" like "Hampers"
And a 30-30 sound like a bang of the hammer nigga
By any means gotta get it like Malcolm
Keep the semi in my jeans you could figure the outcome..OH
You keep doubting and my niggaz'll come
I suggest you play like you hear them people and run
I'm the realist to ever do it
I got it locked on the block with them grams, Cuz i'm hot with the music
Keep the thang in my hand, Man I like how I use it
Catch a hot one, watch a 4 blow like its fuses
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Man..How these punk police man they keep tryna pull us over man
These punk fucking fedz keep taping our phones and shit man
We ain't tripping man, Ya'll motherfuckers can't stop us man
I hear that chopper humming
Nigga holla heads up when them people coming
New No Limit baby we gon do this shit
Nigga til the game over and the game ain't never over
D-Boys lyrics - 504 boyz (feat. Halleluyah, Rowdy & Playa)
[Intro]
Whats happening lil' one
What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me
I know y'all hungry, come holla at ya boy
It's all gravy ya heard me
[Hook x2: Halleluyah]
[See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' all the fiends
Got onions, got slabs, got cookies, got creams
I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave.
Got the hood on lock, keep the block on smash
[Verse 1: Halleluyah]
Now I was born in it, got the hustler inside of me
See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery
Streets I'm committed like a grown man'll prolly be
Walk down the aisle with gun shells that follow me
But I'm a prop like the Fortune 500
Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds)
I see the corner boys holler out I'm coming
A quarter's 150 you could flip for 600
[Yea Yea] that's real hustling
Ain't nobody struggling my nigga we getting money (Getting money)
[Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rowdy]
This block living gotta nigga strapped
Going back and forth to my stash
Making sure my shit still stashed
It's 'round my way fiends be all in the grass
Looking for boulders anything they seeing they smoking
Ain't none of that, bitch all your fronts get cracked
With the back of the gat, out'cha one full of that gat
Gotta watch out for them niggaz that be pulling off jacks
Jumping out the stolen ride dressed down in all black
[Ok] ready to attack any nigga who ain't looking like uppin'
And fuck it then nigga cop back and bust his shit
Must of been material things that's more important to him
It don't matter, nigga fucked around and put spot thru him
Knot the hole thru him you know how they do him
Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya
Pursue you like a short term goal it's necessary
That's why a nigga like me be on my post with them 2's for him
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Playa]
Time I catch a fake nigga, I'm a size him up, like
Where the money, where the dope, bitch give it up
If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya luck
I'm slinging 'em out the chamber with 2 clips to ya gut
My family gotta eat and my pockets full of dust
So bitch niggaz get ready for the bum rush
From the 3 to the East, I'm lurkin' (I'm lurkin')
With a bunch of hungry niggaz on the line and they working
Thank it's a game, come on let me catch ya slippin'
Letting ya nuts hang, that 'K' will have ya slipping
My daddy told me make a nigga pay attention
Get the money and the power and the respect and a nigga gettin' some
Dam a quarter key 'll put a nigga on his feet
But I rather lamp down and get me a 100 free
Most niggaz catch it from the blind side
Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red lights and stop signs
[Hook x2]
Whats happening lil' one
What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me
I know y'all hungry, come holla at ya boy
It's all gravy ya heard me
[Hook x2: Halleluyah]
[See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' all the fiends
Got onions, got slabs, got cookies, got creams
I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave.
Got the hood on lock, keep the block on smash
[Verse 1: Halleluyah]
Now I was born in it, got the hustler inside of me
See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery
Streets I'm committed like a grown man'll prolly be
Walk down the aisle with gun shells that follow me
But I'm a prop like the Fortune 500
Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds)
I see the corner boys holler out I'm coming
A quarter's 150 you could flip for 600
[Yea Yea] that's real hustling
Ain't nobody struggling my nigga we getting money (Getting money)
[Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rowdy]
This block living gotta nigga strapped
Going back and forth to my stash
Making sure my shit still stashed
It's 'round my way fiends be all in the grass
Looking for boulders anything they seeing they smoking
Ain't none of that, bitch all your fronts get cracked
With the back of the gat, out'cha one full of that gat
Gotta watch out for them niggaz that be pulling off jacks
Jumping out the stolen ride dressed down in all black
[Ok] ready to attack any nigga who ain't looking like uppin'
And fuck it then nigga cop back and bust his shit
Must of been material things that's more important to him
It don't matter, nigga fucked around and put spot thru him
Knot the hole thru him you know how they do him
Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya
Pursue you like a short term goal it's necessary
That's why a nigga like me be on my post with them 2's for him
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Playa]
Time I catch a fake nigga, I'm a size him up, like
Where the money, where the dope, bitch give it up
If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya luck
I'm slinging 'em out the chamber with 2 clips to ya gut
My family gotta eat and my pockets full of dust
So bitch niggaz get ready for the bum rush
From the 3 to the East, I'm lurkin' (I'm lurkin')
With a bunch of hungry niggaz on the line and they working
Thank it's a game, come on let me catch ya slippin'
Letting ya nuts hang, that 'K' will have ya slipping
My daddy told me make a nigga pay attention
Get the money and the power and the respect and a nigga gettin' some
Dam a quarter key 'll put a nigga on his feet
But I rather lamp down and get me a 100 free
Most niggaz catch it from the blind side
Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red lights and stop signs
[Hook x2]
Bounce Back lyrics - 504 boyz
[Hook 2x]
After the storm, After the rain
After the morning, After the pain
We gon...Bounce Back..Bounce Back..Bounce Back..Bounce Back
[Verse 1: Master P]
Told me, It's a fire {get out}
This the big one, I'm in the hood with the homies still hitting one
I ain't going nowhere, Still struggling
We on the block, fuck the game, still hustling
I get my money from the streets stacking big papers
I'm on the block strapped, Mane i'm ready for the haters
Check the news mane, We don't move mane
We in that "Calliope Projects" playing cool games
I wanna bad bitch just like Trina
Fuck around, came harder, came Katrina
I got 'em shaking and baking, We getting paper like bacon
They call us rapper G's, Mane why the media hating
I'm so hood these hands so good
Man I ain't leaving cause I'm stuck in the woods
I'm living this thug life, Serve a bud light
Used to riding on 24's with a chrome bite
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Halleluyah/{Master P}]
Now let me tell you we gon bounce back, bounce back
I'm straight New Orleans like a bounce track, bounce track
Now look lil' daddy we been bout that, bout that
{A moment of silence for everybody that lost it all}
You gon see that we gon get it how we living
How we living is the realist whether in 'n out of prison
I mean we keep it gutter people sweating gotta feel that pass
Sack of dreads, twisting wrist blinging we in it mane
My city under siege but believe we gon breathe
It brings the dead like a book wrote by Steven King
Its real life not a movie no second takes
No saying cut just President saying heaven sakes
I gotta tell it straight, We real as they gon come
We not standing down, My city never done
I gotta tell it straight, We real as they gon come
My city not standing down, Mane we never done
[Hook x2]
After the storm, After the rain
After the morning, After the pain
We gon...Bounce Back..Bounce Back..Bounce Back..Bounce Back
[Verse 1: Master P]
Told me, It's a fire {get out}
This the big one, I'm in the hood with the homies still hitting one
I ain't going nowhere, Still struggling
We on the block, fuck the game, still hustling
I get my money from the streets stacking big papers
I'm on the block strapped, Mane i'm ready for the haters
Check the news mane, We don't move mane
We in that "Calliope Projects" playing cool games
I wanna bad bitch just like Trina
Fuck around, came harder, came Katrina
I got 'em shaking and baking, We getting paper like bacon
They call us rapper G's, Mane why the media hating
I'm so hood these hands so good
Man I ain't leaving cause I'm stuck in the woods
I'm living this thug life, Serve a bud light
Used to riding on 24's with a chrome bite
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Halleluyah/{Master P}]
Now let me tell you we gon bounce back, bounce back
I'm straight New Orleans like a bounce track, bounce track
Now look lil' daddy we been bout that, bout that
{A moment of silence for everybody that lost it all}
You gon see that we gon get it how we living
How we living is the realist whether in 'n out of prison
I mean we keep it gutter people sweating gotta feel that pass
Sack of dreads, twisting wrist blinging we in it mane
My city under siege but believe we gon breathe
It brings the dead like a book wrote by Steven King
Its real life not a movie no second takes
No saying cut just President saying heaven sakes
I gotta tell it straight, We real as they gon come
We not standing down, My city never done
I gotta tell it straight, We real as they gon come
My city not standing down, Mane we never done
[Hook x2]
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