Lyrics:
Few M's
Stack my cake up
I took some L's then I wake up
I got the hood trying to wake it up yeah
I got the hood trying to wake it up yeah yeah yeah
were turnin' red
Looked to my left
There were two more carloads
Niggas in hats and hoods
In an attack mode
And they hadn't yet begun to fight
E hit
my money
And my Trophies
And my Plaques to the hood
niggas weren't going out Hollywood not Bone
we keep it Gutta
Thuggish Ruggish from the 99
my paper
lunch and dinner
Moved with the yay', Kris Jenner
South Bronx, Bronx boogie, Dirk Diggler, Boogie Nights
Money orders for my dawgs in the feds doin'
I don’t know you cuz
In my own hood
Why I feel like I might die today
In my own hood
Why I feel like they might violate
Like usually I’d bust a left
man think he tough sending shit in all caps
Pull up, he getting JUMPED like it's Kriss kross yea
Two big booty bitches, in my living room
Like me so
the dub that bang everyday
I got homies from the hood that do the same all day
I keep my feet real close to the street
And keep my hands real close
Ninety-Six bitch I been on my bullshit
How you a thug when you ain't even do shit
Smoking GravPack got me high as a kite
Riding around Zone 25 clutching my
the sunset just as it peaks
T-shirt weather, I ain't worried about the heat
With my phone plugged in, I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just
[CHORUS:]
I saw the blood in my hood
No way they’d stop, No way …
The blood in my hood
No way they stop, No way …
[VERSE 1]
Yeah,
I’m from the slum
Life is
chance make them dance with the devil
My camp on a whole other level
Cause life's so good now
One day you can make it out the hood bloww.
Woke up feeling
kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
The king stun like the Jamaican town
Futuristic flow, Darth start with a laser sound
Leaving nothing but a vapor trail
And my bass, heavyweight, no shake,
up on a shirt if you play wit mines
She always wanna flirt I'm always on her mine
Put my money first leave these hoes behind
Know it’s triple kross
to
Break it the hell down
Compelled by the? strangle sound
Until then I? to make this whole town tingle
Captivate the masses the ground
Up construct? single
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on
Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go
Live for my hood, look this for my block
Ride for the hood
our competition
Like where was none for us
Shit got board
Back the to hood to the thugs and fiends
Sold crack in the hood
Took my money
And my
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
Gusto got the tunes, I got the sound, got what the streets be feigning, focused, yea my life ain’t have no purpose, now it’s feeler with meaning,
But my Malcolm X is extra’d out like a
Crip yelling his hood out when he fighting
I never seen a key, all I seen was a triton
I’m always kicking up dust
Kris
I Swear dis Life Don't Make no Sense
I pour a Foe just hold My Head
Pray for all the Ones that's Dead
Youngins Pull Extendo Clips
They Swipe My
man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it a lot
Yeah, my angel
I wanna turn up the sound
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