Lyrics:
niggas leaving you slain
So ima just hustle hard because I’m a ace in my hood
A good guy with bad ways I’m just misunderstood
I’m from where the hammers go
being bagged
By a couple of hoes that wasn't even that bad
Ace took the stash and we went back to the store
Man I'ma holla at y'all later and they went
call shots homie and I
Don’t even run the hood
Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood
Gangbanger don’t bang
My gun do the same thing
Look good in
started crying like what have you done
You promised me you would not use the gun
She forgot that ace was reloaded
He put the blicky to her head and blowed
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
collide with the generals
Surround me like the most high
Surrounded by Cherubim
Who'd imagine the illest collabo
Priest and Nas are incredible
He's spit's
Where do I Start? Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt)
We
they can meet me by the car, au revoir
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters, I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Lève le
nigga you know how I do don't make me go spazz on a nigga attack on a nigga like Ace and Debo do
We on hood and gang shit we on man time everybody spray
trenches, straight up out them slums, all I know is toting guns, All my life I done struggled, I've been raised by my mother, two bedrooms, seven brothers,
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
[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
they can meet me by the car, au revoir
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters, I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Lève le
It's all good in the hood ha-ha
Yeah It's all good, got it, check
I wish I was a star
I wish it wasn't hard
I wish I lived that good life
Wish I had
dead dicks
I pack guns that shoot through schools the red bricks
And just because you mighta seen me on the award show
I'm still in the hood nigga
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'
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
real cuz
I'm good you can tell by my demeanor
At a young age I was ace down at the cleaners
Then I tried to get rich turn Mitch in a Beamer
But I never
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
I'm a nice guy
High, high
Reaching for the sky
Just an average flow with an extra 95 (percent)
I'm dominant watch how I go
Six gun weighing your
But im a nice guy, high, high
Reaching for the sky
Just an average flow with an extra 95 (percent)
I'm dominant watch how I go
Six gun weighing
[Intro - Ace Hood]
Yeah
Yay, straight up like that there B homie
Free Weezy!
Yay, let's get to the money my nigga
Mister Hood
[Chorus] X2
Money
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