Lyrics:
of the hood the road was crazy we thought we never see
Better or tomorrow
Life beyond the hood escape us
So we fated to take the scars
Motivated by
want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want)
I want the hood
Look what I done for you (look what I done for you)
Look what I done
me she adores me
But I'm a lot to handle
I put my Bally down by the candles
A hood love story
You know how this usually ends
DTB is the usual trend
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
see me
Now you don't see me
Pull down my hood
Now you don't see me
Now you don't see me
She like to put that shit in her nose
But I'm like no baby let's
throwing Cs
But they fuck with me
Welcome to my hood
Ain’t no place I would rather be
Welcome to my hood
Let you see what the fuck I see
Ducking Ds
Niggas
Boys Club member since 1993
R.I.P. to Papa P, it's still East to Kiest
And you can't say my hood without mentioning me
I'm a giant in this streets my
it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they supposed to be
Sipping on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its supposed
Uh, uh, uh
P-P-Pressure
Hood Baby
Mike Mixer is in the building
You know what I'm sayin', I got the fuckin' Chanel band with me
Guwunna, let's
had me out there by my damn self
Another day in the life
Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in
Murder was the case, you can't relate?
introduction needed
Every nigga in Atlanta know
You try me when you see me nigga
I'ma spit ya cantaloupe
Trigga' happy and in a hurry to let them hammers go
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
looking for a party we the plug
Smell that aroma in the air that's the BBQ cuz
Stationed somewhere between shade netting and some trees
Catch me by
I only came for the bag
Or it dont matter
They wasnt fucking with me
Now they on the bandwagon
You know ya nigga from the hood
So I fuck ratchets
You
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
[G-BONE]
Draped in powder blue
Walkin' through the hood, strapped
With the .9 millimeter, straight
Feelin' good, stroll
Over the Bradfield,
Im in the hood with the og's
Im in the hood with some killas
You cant run up if u know me
You go get hit by them hittas
I bang with them niggas
Me
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
got you in the hood, but (meet me on the Southside, yeah)
I know what I'm doin' 'cause
That's why we be meeting on the low (meet me on the Southside,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggas ball, some niggas do
pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me)
Gotta
I live by the code of the streets (yeah)
Don't leave the house
Without my motherfuckin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin' leaf
(yeah)
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