Lyrics:
Booth
Performed by Figuero Jones
Produced by Klapback and Aywy
I've been seeing
Nothing but the booth
I've been watching
They ain't finna shoot
Do
From a birthday to a funeral in a couple of days
And I was just locked down doing years and it
Felt like a couple of days
Cause time flew by while
though I kept a smile,
Can't really make beats, let alone hear them pound.
To my soldiers in the hood without breaking down,
Wow, that's some real shit
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
back, to each his own
I had the businesses, ? home
I chatted in the jet like Special Ed I flown
Back to Africa, too bad I had to leave my chrome
Passport
the hood (jayyyss)
Chim pop the trunk there go fifty pounds goods (chimbo)
Way before these niggas start talking about remix
Me and okey doke was mixing loud
to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still wit my hood, hollow point still in
This ain't call of duty we don't get a chance to respawn
Realest rapper in the city mf yo response
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I
lookin mighty freaky in her black silk dress
OR..she's lookin at me freaky and she's getting undressed)(godzilla remix)
The closer that we get, the crazier
And all the young bucks in the hood act like me
But can I see, I'm blind
Got out the world, got a stranglehold on my mind
From the way I kill times through
got'cho advance in my pinky rang, biatch
(In my pinky rang, biatch)
biatch, Sweet Jones, biatch
Hol' up, motherfucker!
Motherfucker, smoke sum'hin,
to you but won't say it to me
I sell it for cheap but I'm charging a fee
I'm covered in ice but I'm packing the heat
Don't know if you know but your girl
hommies coming through
Big boys in they hood we living by they rules
Flow is necessary
You know am legendary
Have been schooling all this niggas from they
Big bag team hood starz sucka free forever
Like that freak shit you can keep that sweet shit
All the clubs in the city we done fucked them up
You see
better hit the deck
Or get glock checked by the hard threats that bar
Jets from our sets hood so bad our neck of the woods
Were worse than terrorists that
off by the light
Being in the hood, simple mood
Start up on the bottom, down below
You all crows, domestic
Violence in doors
I got the dope, I got
on the grip
Call me Rick Ross smokin on the good
Posted in the hood n i wish a nigga would
SK on the seat filt to the tip
Phantom ridin to da beach with a grill
ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick ain't free
So hood I used to whip the d
Patron and wood when I'm in the be
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp
in zone
Tryna sit on the throne
Move to Cali cuz I ain't scared Of beginning alone
This is the trap
This is the phone
We in the hood this is our home
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
Raw, Raw , Raw, Raw
Had your hoe but for she feening for more
She all on her knees, ain't praising the lord
Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw
In the hood like da
five dice
Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, "Read this note" attached
Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood
Gave her a son
fuck the cop
I live in the hood where there's guns and violence
Nigga running from siren gun play in the broad day light
Amma there I don't know but I
permission
Left single mothers out here doing works of man
For a living
In my hood somebody's dying or in similar condition
Typa shit to make a thug nigga
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