Lyrics:
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
So many ladies (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo' real)
Ladies (Remix)
[Chorus]
and pimp c.
U.g.k. and fiend? this straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary.
Nigga, this busta
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
ain’t gotta go
He fuck his money up, when he get it
He solid tho'
He gon' put his niggas on in the hood
You probably won’t
Ayy, the fake can’t stay fake
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
exercise
I get extra from whipping up extra pies
I'm in a hood like the mayor 'round election time
Here's a suggestion don't park your car next to mine
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
niggas gon hate
I'm gon stack my paper sit my '71 on '8s
Pull up in the hood get my
Car washed by my babe
Stay what's up to Steve
Texaco shawty straight 32
I'm finally on the up and up
A little 401K
Traded in my trailer park
For a baby hood with a gate
We finally got a castle
Last one on the right,
We fly high, no lie (you hear that?), you know this (ballin')
Foreign rides (yes sir) outside, it's like showbiz (we in da builidin')
We stay fly,
We fly high, no lie (you hear that?), you know this (ballin')
Foreign rides (yes sir) outside, it's like showbiz (we in da builidin')
We stay fly,
Y'all must've forgot, speakin' demeanors that
Roy Jones could agree with, me and my niggas
Undefeated, You need a remix, lux CD with tons of features
know its heaven, yeah yeah
Yeah, Heavens all in the mindset
Blessed by the most high, live and direct
You gotta learn what wrong and right is
Yeah I did
from Prophet Jones
I paid all my dues I want my respect
And I know you gon' feel what I got comin' on deck, yeah
See I've been in so many hoods here's my
How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking
Virtual reality wish fleshlights
"Go fuck yourself" gone literal
Each to their own
Downfall is Biblical
Remix the soul, upload to digital
Plugged in
the hood it's eat or get ate
Keep it so gutta so you know I grabbed a plate
Clocked in so the money never late
Breaking bread with the team so you know we
dog mike jones cause he still tippin'
I ain’t smoked in so long but I’m still lifted
I love the vibe back home it just feel different
I usually vibe
Corner I stood looking at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't
looking at myself in the truck
My reflection's (still grimy)
Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney (pause)
I
mayday
Toughest in my hood nah, but I am not for play-play
On the East side, my niggas had hand grenades and AK's
Plus nobody love me more, more than my
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