Lyrics:
younger than me
Ohhhhhhh
My nigga gotta hood halo
Ohhhhhhh
For this one we gone have to let then thangs blow
Ohhhhhhh
I'm protected by these hood angels
to a nigga in a mask
Think they lost all faith in their happiness
Starting to think that they might be trapped in this
Pain from the hood cause this shit never
You sure I can't get yo number cant blick yo hitta
Baby I'm sure
You sure I can't eat that kitty no joke no Kidda
Baby I'm sure
You sure that nigga
you been warned
Cause yo, I'm speakin up for my parts, and if you step, then it's on
And there'll be no holdin back
Niggas in gold and black
Who
a dirty bitch
Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas
For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash
Hahaha, this shit all come back though
Ah, yo
me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood
Yo Pac how long will they mourn me? Let me
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up
1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3,
shot for three hundred
Shit is tight, and a nigga that's right gots to run it
Ain't no question, that's how I get down
Niggas know gimme yo' dough
hit bitch
You made a lil bred, that don't mean that you hood rich
Put lil bro on he started copping by the pound
Had to move my way up from copping by
heard some of yo' songs and peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
Done seen
food and water was liquor
So you'd kick back, kill thirst and not kill niggas
Every real gangsters dies
Tony, Al Capone, Gotti, Bonnie & Clyde
It's
Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups
Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news
Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't
big bag that's my dinner plate
By 20 ima have ah bigger bag thru the inner state
Ima smart nigga and hood nigga real shxt
I can solve yo math problems
Pain don't stop it just keep going
Money don't stop it just keep growing
Sleeping on me, yea they ass really snoring
Coming from the hood got dreams
bitch please
Lunch time feel like brunch time
Looked in my bag the blunt brown buh nigga where do I Smoke now
Then a voice said try this
Put yo head in
Bankroll got me still limping mama told me get a wallet
Bitch this weed sipping loud but the chopper got a silence
Mobbing through yo hood it look like we
my nigga
Oh yeah shit got realer
I keep that pistol by my side for all u pussy niggas
Shooting an innocent nigga
No street life still a victim
He was
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
exposed to too much for too long
All my niggas out there in the hoods and shit
That be burnin' that real shit
Put your fuckin' Phillies in the air
Your
(community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin'
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