Lyrics:
the left lane
Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain
Downing that drank, upping my rank
National nigga, got too many banks
Aye
Running up on my stain
is showing –
The recent transactions of his bank account
No one gets paid until what
Needs to get done, gets done
Nope that's not the rules no money,
the hood cause I'm hood
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's
walk the Brownsville grill, ill
You see, I got a Fort Green lean, Clinton hill the chill red-hook look, man
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn; son, yo'
Man I
Grew in gravity
Hood is varsity
They say ooh he lost again
Dude without a brain
Ima do it like I'm Ye
Do it like I'm Ye
Tell the hood
I'm right there big ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig bed-stuy fly
Bushwick sick east new york walk the Brownsville grill ill you see I gota fort
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
see
It's about three US soldiers they
Call the "Fort Hood Three"
First, Pvt dennis Mora
He hails from New York town
A good student in Spanish Harlem
and Nas
I'm up so high when I come down
Cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass
The National Basket-Ball Association
One rookie to be a little more
sick, East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill
You see, I got a Fort Green lean, Clinton hill the chill red-hook look, man
Ain't no shook hands in
national team, Elephant? caught in the name
Daughter getting married, Oracle future's? U saw in FLAMES
Joseph the carpenter in hell fire killing y'all
it professional
Parlement national (Wouh-wouh)
Say I'm north for real but I'm also east coast
Age of 10 wake up to some nas and a toast (Yea)
Cruisin
into music
Your media silents it, I make it public
I stand up to you like a
Guy from the Minguettes hood
Will this text cause my to get
On your national
wouldn't hurt
Shooting at the airport, sent the national guards
They got him but it was too late
M16 in hand, fifty lie on the ground
I'm not alright with
Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo)
Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr
Rob cuz he got Suged
I got the red beam, Riding Hood
Im from
a world where there's no talent
Kids sittin around on their asses
Checking their balance
In their bank accounts
So they can find the next game to buy
It's
mad
Came to your hood, after twenty fuckin years
You be still sitting on that muthafuckin chair
Uh wassup wassup, yea, Damn these niggas mess yea
The game has just begun here I come
[Verse Two]
(Let's go) I hate it when they talk too much (Uh)
Poor shorty out the hood in a rush (Come on)
Overlooking
mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it'll be real
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that last boy
[Verse:]
Nobody get money quite like I can
Couple shows couple million like the bank in my hand
Couple cars couple women boy you can't understand
How
Goofy like Walt Disney you never be involved with me
Just watch me Cook up black business going get this Mooga
Bank account & pockets Full up
Breaking
Bando street
چاقی تو میدونی نبودی توی Battle
هیچوقت در حدم
امثال تورو که توی Hood
خودشون همش چال کردم
اینقدر توDrug ها
غرق شدم نمیتونم ازش برگردم
disquette
ferme les yeux je vois qu des snake
Yeah
Rendezvous dans le hood
Dans le ou
Dans le hood
Tout es full
L compte est full
On est fou
Yeah yeah
Je
so far from freeing the world that seem strange
I come from a place where they say death comes too soon
Where the hoods on the block dance
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