Lyrics:
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
cuts
I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say fuck dude
I look him in his eyes and say FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, hey, I been
running (Running)
Running (Running)
From these flashing lights
I got brothers who running to weed
Roll up and spark up the tree
They closing they eyes when
Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley
Southside Jamaica, Queens, and it's crazy
'Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me
Shout out
the rule (Fuck shit)
Always playing by the rule, stacking money to the ceiling at the roof
My nigga am coming out the hood
Lord have mercy upon me i find it
and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say pay a death at your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh,
(Yeah mane, this for all the street talkin' and bullshitin)
I thought I did good by shedding light to the hood
But yall niggas still hoes (a, I did
a ride but I still fuck hood hoes out the 'jects
If I come they think I pimp
'Cause I'm pullin' up Rolls-Royce truck
I'm pullin' up Scat, I'm pullin' up
the Mercedes)
(I'm back on the streets)
(Put the weekend on)
(Tippin' trough the hood with your girl)
(Like it's all good, roll through your hood)
(Für die
hard
Just wanna roll with you
Roll with you
I just want you here by my side
Both together
Money ain't enough to change my mind
Your time is better
I
(Goddamn)
So I roll a fat one up and
I take one to the head
Momma call us and my auntie
(Hello?) , just found out
She got cancer (Shit, man)
Could do nothing
on
Let's go, hop up in the Chevy four-door, let's roll
Remember back when mommy sent me for the Wonder Bread
And niggas jumped me stomped on my fucking
She was sitting crossed legged on a hood of a ford
Filing down her nails with a emery board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
She was sitting crossed legged on a hood of a ford
Filing down her nails with a emory board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
And all
it
And Big be that nigga we be flying through your hood
And hood rats scoping with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we
the hole
Fisters on the get go, silk shirts, this is how the click roll
Strong hammers, doofy like Klitschko
And where your bitch go, surrounded by
, I can finish it by the mornin'
Re-up by noon, re-kick at night
Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life
And you youngn's in the hood want
like Pele
And prosecute like the muthafuckin' D.A.
I'm rollin' a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
And hittin' the chips on the undercover P I
(shower)
Like 'Face, I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand 'round my neck (hold up)
I'm lookin' real
(shower)
Like 'Face, I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand 'round my neck (hold up)
I'm lookin' real
black back lane go
No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
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