Lyrics:
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
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
, come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than
and the elevators ain't never fixed
They got my hood surrounded by the steel black fence
It's that to keep the crime out or keep it trapped in
Liquor stores on every
ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash
You know I do it on my own now, few chains and a gold crown
Askin where the hood at, homie it's the whole town
Killin new school flows, with an old
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
the hood
He ain’t never scene the block the chance he got I wish I could
Man I hate his dedication and his drive it make me sick
But foreal fuck Kris he
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
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
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
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
[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
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'
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
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
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
[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
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