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paint from hood ceiling 
Feeling like my feeling fleeting
Like f**ks i give at a soccer game 
Wearing ice skates and the keeper I'm cleating  
Want no

the foster system
A mother brought them in the world of the living
Please forgive em', I never knew the hood so hostile
Every Sunday, Grandma taught us gospels

putting on the west coast slow jam
Bass hits so hard better sound the alarm because we are not fight or flight
We have always been cruisin through the hood

fire comin
In multiply that sounds by
Ten gettin opps spent cut
Off at da end
Corrupson money Corruption Squeeze Squeeze with ease opp
Yellin out stop

to get the job i gats do it myself
Cos am so blessed by the Love from the family and the people i gat, cos Sometimes when my light dim y'all gave me

Shoulder to shoulder we stand

Verse 2
All races and all faces
one by one we gone make it
growing up in the hood they wont save us
but together we can win

don't make a sound
Bullets flying throughout the night stay out of sight
Raised on hood vibes, hustle just to get me a slice, of the pie
Need a bad bitch

burn, hear it call
But you're careful to keep the proper mix in
Billy's howling lonesome on a Honda Civic hood
He's sweating out the toxins and he sings

started slowly in my 40’s 
By that time I had 3 shorties
Would've been 10 but she decided
We couldn't afford how I got excited

So she got fixed, and I got

time he looses 

Judge a nxgga by his character and how he moves 



Is all timing after raining there’ll be sun shine

If I go broke put my Bally on is

And fall pristine like drops of dew
Your eyes were stars, mine saw no scars
Wolves did inflict once on you too

No warning sign alarmed my mind
Riding Hood

sh*t
With no regard for the past
Man, that
What I used to be
Ain’t what I be now
Now ask about me!
Now what’s good?
Man that’s ya style?
All Hood!
We

tryn beef bout a bitch
Uh boring ass nigga tryn beef on the gram
Hol I'm tryna slide an wake up the town
Suppressor on my glick (Pew pew) how it sound

up with people inside, who would watch it boil
But some come out of the pressure and heat
Brighter than any of the lights passing by, on these neon

was gonna slip
Miss every turn out
Start to burn out
Uncertain of their words now
Been turned out by the same
Thought that started this
You narcisit in

the milk bar when I get thirsty

Repping gold chain's, jewellery and diamond rings
Silk smooth sound, that's the clarity my rhyming brings
Everyone in this

hoods
You've entered the woods
Where the trees belong to The Forest Crooks
Look into their eyes, three, four five
Animal bastards back on the rise
Singing

I am what I am
Drinking
Brawling with street hoods
I am in a war
You know better
Kept It 100
Like barrels on choppers
We load em
We shoot em like

fuck you
I've see that pussy fat
Dont even try to act
We could be up in the sack
We could reup in my hood
You ever been to Cackalack
Make it talk to me

It's Amazing

Brother El

Through the Cracks of Concrete

2002

downstate, heh
I'm straight, at least that's what he thought
Caught by those loose words, that traveled back to the hood
And O.G.'s understood, it was time

Just Because

Angel Tazari

Angel: A.T. Her Best

2001

when it's all good, clutch ya name (yeah.. yeah)
Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame
Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights (Yeah)
Worked

for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you

Family Ties

Cunninlynguists

Will Rap for Food

out last week had I called
But to be honest
I don't feel the least bad at all
Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that
Look at my

Dreaming with wonder, "What would we become?"
My best friend cold in my hand
We'd run by the sea through castles of sand

Once in a forest just like Robin