Lyrics:
cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
[Verse 2]
Hey yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in
this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise)
Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin us
When it come to rappin ain't noboby
tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game
all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nuttin nice
From hood to hood, love
the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't
in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause
off parole it's murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood
'Cause when you ghetto your ghetto
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in
can't stand to see a nigga doin' good
But fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood
Gettin' my stalk on walk on loc I'm all about the paper
Hoppin'
30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck
(Chorus)
Anything goes
Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes
Hood
gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through
keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in
they're all rome'
The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
big nuts, ha!
Laugh at it all, you rap niggas out tryna sound like Hood
You can keep that flow, hope it tastes good
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
killa killa killa I'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat
sittin' on 32's
But for the hood, we got the eastcoast locked
Magnolia and Iraq, now that's my spots
Come anywhere near there and still be shot
Prat
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
nigga, gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time, gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood, gangsta talk!
To my nigga Eastwood, gangsta talk!
Kurupt
his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'ma slang that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
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