Lyrics:
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother's on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip,
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostra, we moving through your hood
Ayo, A-Trak
We ain't want a lot, man
All we wanted was a fair shot, man
Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man
Uh, in high
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
back, no
Ace Hood!
Rest in peace, I'mma start murderin' and bodyin' beats
Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast and I'm laughin' at people who try
stood up
Catch you slippin' like a transmission
Fuck your hood up
From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?
Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high
This
'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood
bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
In the benches, we see it all off the benches
I learned
this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
to the sound
A little bitty nigga by the name of Dave
Who was known through the
Hood cuz he misbehaved
But when the cavi got plucked it
Was time to get paid
(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
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the fence I don’t need Cochran
Clapped the DUI but my gun loaded
If my men made it then my men sold it
Come holla at your young scholar
I’m top dog I’m
strikin' like a viper while
You barkin' like a dog (Hey)
Oh oh I seen 'em rough
I was dealt the aces, back to basics
I'ma call the bluff
Oh oh have you had
a flashlight in The broad day
The Lord will guide me do anything That God say
It's music to my ears like Sir Card and High lay.
Ace the best I'm just telling you
face to face
And seen
Though that’s a king that ain’t your ace
All praise to Allah
He showed me amazing grace
I made a way where there was no route
Let's ride
Get high
Don't lie
Don't get shy
Get fried
To get by
She's fine
She's mine
Hit the hood yeah
Ain't no jugg yeah
Having fun yeah
Don't
muh te punch main haan GOAT
Mere hath vich Gun daily kra Gun Walk
Sab nu pta main rva thoda fly
I'm the king and King Never Die
Jive main PSY style mera
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