Lyrics:
hear-a
Murder, the end of another life
By a drunk in a car, or a gun fight
Now that's wrong but the bullshits right
And day by day, we losin more babies
(Nah I just
I just wanna see what you in for real)
Me my self and I and shawty said that she want some of us
Can’t see through tint I swear im
Me? I could be in jeans and a hood
'Cause you're so fine you make me look good
(You belong to me)
Oh! You're the passion in my life
You're the secret I
believe her
I'm gettin love shit I think I got a fever
Never thought id see the day wen I fall in love
Got plenty bitches but she da only one im thinkin
that you're back in the hood I can't believe it
We used to ride in the parking lot
Eating candy solving the world
Tryna play it out, bright lights,
Some'll run, but'll get flipped off by the sawed off
Slugs to his knees like a pit bull gnawed off
Hauled off, nothin' but the goods my fair hood
*** be
[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga
dice...
It's young niggas take ya life for a c-note, shake then roll like dice at casinos, bingo don't gamble with ya life, hood visual trade a candle for
selten
Bro ich kenne das Gefühl nicht zu gelten
Wir war'n broke, werde rich mit denselben
Mehr als nur Dopedealer für die Hood sind wir Helden
In die
You Hope On It
A Spade Is A Spade These B___ Need To Own It
Yo
I F___ up her life by F___ her all night
Make her pass out to much dic in her windpipe
in dress clothes
A three-piece quarter length chinchilla if not a pea coat
I’m too stiff on’em a 80’s baby
Built this empire up brick by brick with
genocide
I advise you stay the fuck from here if not a resident
In my hood, Only the dead presidents is relevant
Tryna rise to elegance but most of us is
sticks since the age of six so aint stranger to the smoke
Young niggas right now in middle school do a drive by on a moped
My hood dont like no elevation
not know
How good it is
You must not know
I'm known on six continents
So who's hood is this
My ego talking
That's as good as it gets
We left town
In
Its MD
From the DET
Never seen on BET
Im a win nine times out of ten
Like three threepeats
Cant quit it cause im in this shit
Too knee deep
Wise with
its whateva
Back on my shit bitch im back on my bully
Pop out in any hood like nigga whats goody
Keep one on me fuck tlkin need my hoody
Ig thot bitches
A long journey wit this rap shit
Tryna make it
Praying i aint waisting my time niggas thinkin im playin
I could have been in the hood but im tryna be
too
Yeah
Walking through every hood untouched
Still stay ready to fuck shit up
Kome strapped up selling in largo road
Stepping on shit i'm no toad
Out
on stretch pants
Call up that nigga that got that work, tell him about your strength babe, ma no need to explain
Car is in the driveway I live down the street
Fred Durst had the bent cap
And Em was in his Slim act
I would cop a ten sack
Do a rap battle get my ten back
Niggas throwing shots but
Im Keanu Reeves
in my slippers
Be thirty minutes late and then show up with a stripper
Pay the whole check in cash and tell the owner he should tip her
I'm grown, call
know its the truth
and i feel most at home when im alone in the booth
and my flow is unstoppable this poem is the proof
its poetry pen and paper my label
I need to leave, but where am I going?
Clarity deceive me, location nowhere
I need to believe in, a big something
Find a way to breathe, I'm
till I get suck sex so good
The big bad wolf walking home little riding hood
But the nights not done
There's lots more fun
She invites me in
I'm in
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