Lyrics:
the war starts
I'm still out here dog I got war scars
You know me I'm from the bottom where the floor starts
When you're street smart, money's your report
this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
Dub-Cuda, Lick can I get robbin'
Over here
We
missin
U ain’t here ya body dey won’t find it
U ain’t no where near n 5 0 dey blinded
So ain’t crime scene investigation forensic science shit
In My Hood
I'm the ballest of the ace
Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, let's celebrate
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's times
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
had (I love you, baby, hah)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask (I get whatever)
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (money
stay move the streets
Rebels and warriors all ova the globe
Find their souls to the rockin feet
Maybe to me that's more than money
Better than anything I
try to had it, but the tears jus won't drop
I jus hustle hard like Ace Hood is in the spot
Always chasin' bags, either runnin' or I trot
And I stay
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
see us and man
Anybody, we ain't got no picks over
Here dreams worth more than money
Uh, gimme some levels, turn it up
Uh, they sayin' that I talk too
they ant
Yup, give em that crack, make 'em come back (Get ova here!)
Just scraped these six figures out the road smithe on the set
Hmm, like LL, I'm in
got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by
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
be, to rap about money, jewelry, and cars
And it be grown women ill and children out here starvin'
Still lookin' up to god and I'm hopin' he pardon
upside down
Ova' the money the money the money the money the cake
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about
dollas,
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint,
I bet wit Yo Gotti,
He hit five straight points,
We ova' here hustlin',
We ova here grindin',
ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do aight, I'mma give you this
stay move the streets
Rebels and warriors all ova the globe
Find their souls to the rockin feet
Maybe to me that's more than money
Better than anything I
[Chorus]
Leave my heart to the ghetto,
Rubber bands stuffed all in up, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Get money (get money), that's the motto,
Hustle all
to this money, I can't dare cap (dare cap)
Look at the way that I been shinin', diamonds gleamin' (gleamin')
Uh, rich nigga, they know my name when I'm
Hey, hey
I don't care what nobody say
I'mma be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about
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
dollas,
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint,
I bet wit Yo Gotti,
He hit five straight points,
We ova' here hustlin',
We ova here grindin',
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