Lyrics:
it?
Yuh
Big face Rollie look good on me, don't it?
I know they gon' hate
But I pray to my hood, Lord, me
Yo, they showin' me love, but they fakin'
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of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt, just
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't
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
on the grind while y'all gone
You know what it is with the same hood mind frame?
Use it if I pull it man I'm chewing it when I'm am snipping it
They say I
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
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
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
I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it for the city
Yeah, I do it for the hood
I do it for the streets
Let's just get this understood
I do it, I
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
People always wanna know
The reason for what they consider senseless violence in the hood
I'ma break it down for you
This is why we ride
to play me son to get
He thought he had the only gun
In New York yeah yeah
Hood niggas with my head on the sneak
Hood i gt formers to my dick
Look you
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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