Speakin' On It

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Gino White

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If you don't know nothing bout my neck of the woods, then why you speaking on it
Doing all that speculating and hating like we don't peep it homie
They talk down on us but ain't lifted a finger
To bring shit to the hood. What make you qualify to bring up anything that go down
You ain't even from this side of town
Need to stop opening yo mouth. You don't even know how we get down
Keep that stick on me now just in case a nigga wanna clown
Rather be judged by the twelve than have six lower me in the ground
I guess they thought we some suckers. Dawg we far from it
Raised by some warriors so stop that flodging bitch we not Barrin it
Smoking on some purple sticky shit. But it's not Barney
Pull up with a fine Indian chick. Call her Pocahontas
Niggas tryna run me out the hood, I can't go for that
See me by myself but I'm not lonely bitch you know I'm strapped
Daily paper chasing 9-5 but my niggas in the trap
I'm tryna get that legal money studio jumping on that ass
But somehow they find a way to talk down on us with
They tail tucked in cause they hide behind a screen or a muhfucking pistol
But we ain't scared of none of that shit
But since you putting on a flex, Imma make ya come and show me nigga
Y'all busy chasing where the hoes be nigga
I'm tryna find where the dough be nigga
Niggas gay and they telling on the low key nigga
Don't let me find out like Doe B nigga
Brung the pain. Now this the aftermath
Self Certified on my own behalf
All I need is one platinum plaque, f*ck rap muthafucka you can have it back
It ain't never gone be nothing after that
Smoke cleared nothing left but ash
Keep playing around and you gone feel it bad
Think twice, you don't really wanna see me mad
If you don't know nothing bout my neck of the woods, then why you speaking on it
Doing all that speculating and hating like we don't peep it homie
They talk down on us but ain't lifted a finger
To bring shit to the hood. What make you qualify to bring up anything that go down
You ain't even from this side of town
Need to stop opening yo mouth. You don't even know how we get down
Keep that stick on me now just in case a nigga wanna clown
Rather be judged by the twelve than have six lower me in the ground
Niggas say they want that smoke but I ain't got time for that
Tryna stack this bread up. Feed my kids, that's where my mind is at
Daddy ain't raise no fool. And my mama ain't raise no hoe
So however you wanna do it, my nigga just let me know and we can go
See my hood got everything from dope fiends and dope dealers
Gang bangers. Fake niggas and real niggas and even killers
The outsiders stay talking down on us but we don't hear it
Crooked cops, no, we don't fear them. Say my name, watch me appear
Like Candyman. Get in the back of the van and let me take to my side of the land
You ain't met the right one yet
But you about to when I pull up
No more time for the playin
Want me to slow down for you to understand
I bring it to you first, like it's on demand
They calling bluffs but the hospital beds is calling names for you
Niggas out chea playing
I know you gone disregard what I'm saying
But the truth is gone set a nigga free
You speak on them then you speak on me
And you know I ain't turning the other cheek
Death Row is nowhere that I wanna be but I refuse to be placed in a cemetery
My town ain't the place for yo bullshit
Cause yo face can be placed on obituaries
If you don't know nothing bout my neck of the woods, then why you speaking on it
Doing all that speculating and hating like we don't peep it homie
They talk down on us but ain't lifted a finger
To bring shit to the hood. What make you qualify to bring up anything that go down
You ain't even from this side of town
Need to stop opening yo mouth. You don't even know how we get down
Keep that stick on me now just in case a nigga wanna clown
Rather be judged by the twelve than have six lower me in the ground

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