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Ace is the place with the helpful hardware 
Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare 

Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite 
Take all
a tiger in the bedroom ask your baby boo
I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too 
But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo
for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was
and play your last broken hearted hand

When your dealing cards with death the joker's wild the ace is high
Jack bet the Mississippi River running Elk
niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all
on the ground
I push mills, push guns, push coke, push pounds
I got a nine-to-five, so make it look good
Kobe, A.K.A. skinny to pusha in the hood

My brother
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood

Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'

Tity-Boi, Southside
Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood

Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
Sacred amendment guarantees
To kill or be killed is your own business
So fire as you please

Liberty and Justice

Crack the substitute for new highs
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood

Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
fuck ya groupie hoes
Talk dat shit like da hood don't really know
Da hood despise you
I kick it wit da same niggas use to bully you in high school, nigga
and we love by night
Across the badlands, angels in flight
Nowhere to run, no the proud, they never hide
Live by the gun, aces high, come on let it ride
dicks
I pack guns that shoot through schools, the red bricks
An' just because you mighta seen me on the award show
I'm still in the hood, nigga, gettin'
[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now
Nothing's what your life is worth right
for the memory
Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace
How lovely it was!

We said
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let
with the heat
The Top Dog will rhyme over any beat
Yeah, you rep for the hood, that's all to the good
My dogs get high off Henn and backwood
I got love
the mix
Motivated by the ace, deuce, tre and the six

{Repeat Chorus 2 Times}

AZ:
want to bring it to me right way
Face to face, (yeah) when you see me get
lady got a song to sang ya, mean while I stashed all yo bricks in ????? I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a ****in shame, smokin weed by the bush with
bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
In the benches, we see it all off the benches
I learned
Favorite slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins

Custom made like the ace of spade

Switching robes when I leave the forum

In the sleeve is a classic