Lyrics:
keep it real
And if you're real you feel what I feel
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood (for the hood)
This for the hood all over
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
bang
When dey hear dem thangs run cuz they fear da pain
It’s 4 my hood so Ima do my best to make u lames
Feel it if I gotta kill ya den man dat’s
Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,
ain't stunting something
You got to be about your money
Cause i ain't fronting nothing
I got the money you swear I
Got it just keep coming
Cause I'm bout
Bitch you know I'm smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I
From the dirty but I came out clean
Let the thirty hang out of the jeans
Got it how could you not feed yo team
Out the Projects I'm locked in with
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God, but you try to get by
It's
I'm hood, I'm so hood
I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
I'm hood, I'm so hood
I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams
sure that her babies don't make it out this city dead
Income taxes in the mattress she was planning it ahead
Project living for many years thought this
you was lookin' for, well there they go
It was once upon a time in the projects show
We 'bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo
I heard
you got respect
(Project Pat)
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody want to be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Boy I'm from the block it
Ain't no fakin' it
I will have my Haitians eat
Your face and shit
Coming out my hood it ain't no making it
If I catch you
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
by Versace
Melvin Flynt dropped
And niggas told me it's a classic
The reason I ain't like it 'cause
I felt like a bastard god's favorite
I felt like
the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood
They can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M
Got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up
I fuck their bitch, i might never call
Since
of shit to make the hood go crazy
So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen
Keep it so I usually have a pair that's kissin'
And I'm lifted on purple hair,
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
A lot of gunfire
Bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let
The muthafuckin' bullets
Jersey city got that...
The hood was rough growing up but its...
Duncan projects, Layfayette....
Ma tried to calm me down
Move down south but I...
My
on they homies
Its strictly brothers in my circle
We don't fuck no homies
I'm probably sliding thru yo hood
By my lonely
I know sum niggas want me dead
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