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the hood what we molding
Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin
Pullin robberies jacking sprees dollars foldin
Murder first degree fuck with me I ain't

Why make billions when we could make

Lame's in the game, be controlling You
Wait till the Ville get a hold of you
Once, 2-6 finish molding you
You

Rollin'

Paul Wall

Great State Tape, Vol. 6

Bloods and Impala's on gold D's
Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood
Now he begging for his life on both knees
I'm a killer, no codees
Ask

cause we all geting bread
My niggas all hood and they all shooting lead
Run off on me then you losing yo legs
Beat up a bear like I'm fighting with Ted
My

Purple

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you molding soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind

Molding myself Lil touch up
Snob attitude yeah I’m stuck up 
But it’s Clear to see ion give a fuck 

Feeling myself bout to fuck it up
Molding myself Lil

I'mma stack my cheddar
I'mma reinvest, I'mma buy me a guero
Accountant, lawyer, and a little bit ghetto
Stock markets gonna meet the hood
Institutions

it straight from the mud
No kisses, no hugs
In the hood, no love
Bunch of guns, bunch of drugs
Shit get real in the street light
Niggas, they don't

Morphed a nigga pen from a sword to the ultimate swage
Molding my reality
To where I'm upping my wage now
Black carousel, this bag gon find its way around

heartbreaker
And I stand by it can flying
Blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nigga
My whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood

dogs go and kill the big dogs
Got the whole hood scared now they wrapping in some bubble wrap
Popping all the bubbles like a Instagram double tap
Say I’m

my hood is still the hood and needs economy boosters
Why the bullish dude that used to run my block he a loser
And Henny's trash I need a wine cooler

was still good.
 
It was on everybody's burgers up in the hood.

Section 8 housing, yeah we were poor.

Food stamps in my pocket, for the corner store.

wanna hurt
Sneaking out, never eating out the with them Hors D'oeuvres
Her body got more curves who molding that shape
When you walking a thin line

Goonie's tooleys rule thee boombox
Cause soothing singing's usually too soft
Fellas in the hood ain't trying to doowop
Unless you sing of groupies you got
In

on fent if he meant that
Don't cross that line tripping through the woods
Don't run up, I don't think you should
At Knight I'm Suge, I ain't from your hood

on your own
If you no get anything wey be your own

I'm here sipping this Henny
With my thought molding loud
Looking at my own thoughts
It's like my

dey run their race oh

Oyo you are on your own
If you no get anything wey be your own

I'm here sipping this Henny
With my thought molding out
Looking

on Xbox
Pop up on my screen and
Anyone could be in my shoes if they just don’t stop eating
Issa game so just don’t stop competing
I came from the hood
That

Nicca I’m a ganagsta check the arminak the hood raised a young hustler true artifact
Never told never fold nigga harbor that
You say it’s death

the poorest in the hood
Everyday my Pops is looking for our food
When I graduated I did everything I could
Putting meals on our plate thrice a day for good

cost come from each loss is that it’s molding us too bosses
Go black business when we shopping not no polo or Lacoste’s
Would you risk it still knowing

cooking with crisco
Back molding myself with a chisel 
Sculpted perfectly sharpen my edges Keep up with the tempo
I'm back on my bullshit
Want corporate

as a person of color
I feel the aggravation molding you, helping you devour
But who am I sitting on this pedestal
In a situation of misplaced good will
Desiring