Lyrics:
it ready - soft and rocked
Let all my neighbor hood fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than
Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch
poppin' in another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull
me where the 'hood at
Talking 'bout my life up on this
Mic that's what I'm good at
Still keep my heat even though
I know them boys watching
And it
What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
Yeah, I'm in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (yeah)
Why would I listen
What is he doin'? Whatever he want
Take her right to the store, get whatever you want (whatever you want)
Ayy, I can go to my hood whenever I want
nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch
While sides cheat on their husbands
Those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them
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
full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker
know no one
That could tell me what to do
Heard you never claimed the hood
Heard the hood claimed you
That can't sit well
Oh well, ship sailed
you like I should
Don't make me give you back to the hood
Don't make me give you back
I say bounce that shit like, whoa
Yeah, bounce that shit
Take a ball player picture Nas in my regular clothes
And you could have her back, I don't swear ho's
I put that on my hood like the crown
it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a bond
I said, free
In case you don't remember I left a picture of us on the hood of your truck from that spring break
We were young and a little bit crazy enough
at the mall hoods ain't hoods they cardboard's and zones car choppers
And when its on its on see the kids cant live without it it ain't nothing you can do
Yeah, I always Big Bank, I'm so trill and you ain't
Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it)
Hey, see how I do it, I'm so hood
Cut it off, go
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
In
me of a Murcielago
And she know she good, when she up in the hood
Because she got that good, that's what they say in the hood
Yeah so you can ask
my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in
the kush and lightin' the sour
Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be)
So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power
the logo secret
Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
A couple words and like peaches and herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have
past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
I don't jump ship I keep
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