Lyrics:
the slums(YEAH!)
put yo hood up, show a nigga where ya from
and if they hate that, then get da job done
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
what we ridin?[what we ridin?]
big
man you niggas some bitches
Y'all jugged by the creek but I ain't gone lie I keep the
Stick in my hand lil bitch swerving beat up the block put my bitch
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
lil baby I'm lying
Catch him out by his self then we blaming em
I'm with yo bitch shooting porn we some amateurs
Better pray when you run you don't run
cut it out, look here
Quit it man, lil boy cut it out, go head
No watch my fingers, lil boy, cut it out, hold up!
I ain't choose yo chick, yo chick
The most go do the fakest shit
Why tf they turn me up like this
I feel like lil Jon
It be the ones that turn they back
You called a day one
Can’t call my
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
Learned to play the djembe off of Alice at Malonga's place
EBCPA by the Nev from Summer breaks, nigga
And to Sucka Free niggas (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
better look the other way, huh, 'fore I put him on a chase
Damn, this lil' white boy laced
He 'bout to make us catch another case
You don't wanna be in
a lil' story out the Wood (Out The Wood)
We keep it O-G in this hood (In this hood)
We smokin' O-G out the woods (Out the woods)
Youngin', I ain't grow up
and dog food
Keep a tool right beside me nigga
Don’t acted up better keep yo cool
You ain’t bout that life lil nigga
I got demons around me too
Rolling
Baby now you get it
He so hood
He so different
I'm surrounded by theses killers
Yeah Yeah
They can't come close to me nigga
The see me rolling Lil nigga
to my socks i'm countin up checks again.
Money come around like hands on clocks i'm countin up checks again.
I done been all in the hood with the feens
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
might pull a Lil Jon and let a Bruce Bruce hit her
I'll be gone till November, gon' cry me a river
You could die, but I figure I'ma try and be the bigger
the stang
You ain’t with us and that’s a fact lil boy stay in ya lane
I can put a wig on a pig and break the bitch off tip
Big homie in the hood i got respect
when this song come around
this shit so crunk it'd make Lil Jon clam down
hits out the trunk never shook
so by the time you get to the hook
you be
Slip
Hot Boy Hot Boy Hot Boy Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hotboy Hot x2
I Been A Hot Boy Yea I Been Up Innis Thang Fuck U And Yo hoe "whaaat" Fuck U And Yo Gang
(Ess Get It)
Boy I taught you better than dat nigga better stand up straight keep yo hands by yo waist real estate put you in yo place
How much food
it aint make sense
We gone take risk
Run it up take trips
If im Inna hood long I feel basic
It wasn’t hard to see But I peep dese niggas switch
Naw
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