Lyrics:
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Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
the head off your incoming, but they don't know the product been running
Barbershop life, got a ni**a faded by midnight. Success so close, like water and air
here
I've been everywhere, once again pulled off a lot
Ain't no chance you could step on this level
Stood by my Ace and was ready to check
Played
[Masta Ace]
Ay yo shorty I'm sayin, I knew
you since you was like yay high, y'knamean
You out here whylin' out, you really need
to cool out
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life,
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters, I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
Sippin' on this Cris
block
Lil ni**a lil ni**a get whacked if you want
Day time night time ni**as doing drugs just to get by
Moving slowly say you thug more slug throw salt
the hood
Hit a lick in the hood
Drive by's in the hood
Never snitch on the hood
Never lie to the hood
So you know we doin good
So you know we doin good
,
That car go fast, vroom, damn, I hope this ain't tab on my ass, (fuck it)
Ni**a better watch for us, cops over here got us (ay), on binoculars (ay), I
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
Yo, at this point in my career, man, these ain't even raps, man
I'm speaking from the soul
I don't know if I'm a Rap artists or a Soul artists, man
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
been here before
I'm getting high as hell
But I still hit a low
Do you believe in god
I need a miracle
Why you ni--as don't like me
Why the system
takin' up space
To me you're nothing but a needle in a hay stack
Listen, kid, I've been doing this here from way back
In the day (uh-huh), Ace Deuce Tre
takin' up space
To me you're nothing but a needle in a hay stack
Listen, kid, I've been doing this here from way back
In the day (uh-huh), Ace Deuce Tre
ba bere
Only rough life la ma embrace
E je sara brief little story ni pa padi mi kan
Omo pastor lo je ni hood but oma ji ikan
Tio ba ti wa Ile mi by
pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this
(chorus) {2:12}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for?
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
make it up out this life
And some how, some way
We go' make it up out the hood one day
Some way, we gon' make it up out this life
Right here
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
this ghetto out
I'm comin' straight from the cave who let him out
Crazy nigga thought he was gone, but he ain't gone
Even King Kong took his black monkey
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