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might never see tomorrow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto),

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
See I went straight to the pros who done done it
Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride
Four blunts For Me To Get High
Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)
I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies
Niggas Keep
to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus: x2]

You gotta love ya hood, 
You need to love your projects, 
Hey get me, get me.

I got
Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big faces
Stay
me...
To tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea my rent due n I'm stressin'...
Landlord jest called with a message...
Say I
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
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
the new fed, to recollect 
To our passing phase to facades to Eddie Decker 
For my label reads Hood, street might have a tattoo 
Don't pick any card
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
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
people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood
Niggaz is up to no good
You better watch em in them hoods

I always thought livin' life was easy
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Sippin' on this Cris life's a bitch ain't it
All
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest

[Chorus x2]

I was born a bastard, my pops was
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall

[Mr. Cheeks]
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
on some bound to do, I'm on some already done shit
I'll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit'
And I don't came wit' the style you
something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night
Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya -
its no problem
But if you roll a ace he gon pull out a Robin
Losin' a little or lose lot, when niggas is starving
Man the drama in my hoods goin' down
spacious, smoking aces in Lagos 
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue 
Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss 
Counting
the pearly ones
Not runnin from feds
Hittin gates
We heaven bound
Gold streets
Dubs clean
No bullet proofs Lacs
Devil's bustin at me
Dirty south scene
I seen
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me
you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me
niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by