Lyrics:
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
Happily in love, haters please forgive me
I let my wife write the will, I pray my children outlive me
I give my daughter my custom dresses, so she
on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice,
Jumping that barbed wire fence,
me no sooner than I say what I'm
Thinkin' what I thought of
Two niggas run up on me and
They tellin' me to follow
And now they askin' me what hood I'm
rat shit, hood
I be on my hood rat shit, I be on my hood rat shit
I, I be on my hood rat shit, I, I, I be on my hood rat shit
Ass in the air, ass, ass
Homie in the hood like "let me hold something"
Your mans in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him lil buddy froze up
All they be
lose both sides of the coin
So me, I play the hood, baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
the door nigga,
Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
(damn)
And you paying the price so
You dying by the sword
You had a devil smokin with them rebels
We kill for money and power
Extortionin' my own hood
of me, sincerely
I'm Israeli, machetes is cris, Swiss and Bailey's
Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up
Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
(Lying on the hood of your car)
We were parked out by the launch pad
It was midnight
We were talking in the cold
Telling secrets under
tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothin' more I
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight for ya, looking for a ho
Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64
Sixteen switches for the niggas in my hood
Seventeen shells,
Got two bead freaks plus me riding in that two seater
They face to face
I'm by myself but they huggin' like a wife beater
Shout out to my OG for
and take my life and
God! Do you really want my life then?
[Benzino]
God hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta
When in the city, crime scene, no
I stay in the real hood real hood
I was raised in the real hood real hood
I survived in the real hood real hood
Savage mind makes me feel good real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
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