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Roll thru the hood we are not getting shot
Decorate the hood with the lights
Kiss your b mistletoe on the night
Pop my gun then go caroling night
Take

Breaking down dosier Told Ya
It get rocky like a roller coaster
B careful before you approach Us
I'm from the hood wit da rats and the Roaches
But

really it's game over
It's a new year but still I'm the same me
On the block with my bread and my toaster
Go to hood I kick it with all of the guys
I'm

coming
When the girls get the money
And niqqas will gotta running
In the hood with a new car
We always keep chilling
Niqqas all in the hood
They really

heavy mission
Got to tell her close the blinds cause we all get it it's respect before the shine that's Some laws giving
Throw up your hood in this hood

like I'm doing the ski
I got some new money on me

Niggas just getting to the bag you can ask my hood we been on that
Niggas really living this life no

Ay!
Man I can't even go to the hood
And be comfortable without the laws gang unit fucking with me
DAMN!
Ay
Affiliated Money Gang nigga
O.G Lo'Key

the back streets 
All this dirty money attract me
No I won't be given the scraps to these hoes
I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin' LAX

They on me! Snitching and gossip
Shut down my shows everywhere in da hood
But on me! They never gon stop it
I'm finna give everything that I could
I roll

know you doing that shit for your soul
Dip and I throw on the hood, catch me
Tryna catch me I'm coming like Covid
More time 'cuz my money infectious
Got

shake him down
No hand-outs, I need all of mine
Like Legos, we gon' break 'em down
This slime gon' goose like R. Stine
Real Hood Baby drip, can't iron

my City Tag 
Scranton street glass pot I’m the recipe 
New money cool Nigga on a old beat 
Smoking west thats the coast when I roll leaves 
Catch me

and I been a real nxxxa since I came out the womb smoking this za counting this money ice on my neck running shxt like Tony got a lil bxtch but a lot

denim
See the man is insane
I love my sneakers, fuck my gucci still
Ladies love the gun, I call em jazzy groupies
Making money on my solo ground
But these

I ain da only one roun dis bitch gettin money 
Change a shooter life da hood love me 
Dope boy dreams I could make em come true 
Big chop see wa it

When I walk in the room, everybody notice me
Okay
Eat mah kandy
Looking good, feeling good

Skin glowing, edges growing, made it out the hood
Eat mah

We sliding what's good
My niggaz die in the hood
Love that I got  for the game 
I got it dyed in the wool
U can't hide from the wolves
Taught to say

the money don't stop
Quarter past twelve and I'm waiting on the drop
Got the burner on the hip, K and shit get hot

Keep two eyes to the front, keep two eyes

hit
Never been afraid to squabble up Im not a bitch
I be ducked off working, never in the mix
I be staying out the hood and staying on my shit
Because I

to ball
All my people gang bangin', that pistol packin
Plus they love it in the hood, so they keep it crackin

From the streets to the pen, still slingin'

For the money I'm a deejay hands on deck
By the end of the night I'm a end in the bed
If the motives there I'm there I swear
Always sincere pull up

Be Yo Self

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

involve murders never solved my brother,
Followed around by the federal undercover
They want to smother a killer
I'm the nigga yo hood hate
Fuck wid me

eating with this strap attached (I am)
I feel less important when I'm out, they don't know this route
Trying to make some money off of music, while they

the hood
Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying