B Boy Stance lyrics

[Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants

[Cassidy]
Yeah
Okay
I`m ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let`s go

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I`m fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I`m the best for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I`m a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I`ma gain my respect cause I`m extra real
And I`m extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn`t for them drugs, you`d be extra shy
Knowin` if I throw them slugs you gon` testify
F` the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I`ll put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin` a pound, he ain`t pattin` me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
I get it poppin` on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin` a bitch with no see boy
I`m a gee boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I`m bout to take the industry over
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin` gon` eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin` like a penetentary block

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okay, I`m fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin` lift up
Dependin` on how I`m feelin` might be wheelin` the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
YanawutI`msayin`, I ain`t playin` with them niggas that be feelin` they tough
I ain`t a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the ???
And my lil man feelin` the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin` my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin` my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don`t grind on me
I can`t dance I got the nine on me
?? mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I`m fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I`m makin` it fun
See life a bitch, but I`m makin` her cum and umm

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death