Lyrics:
niggas leaving you slain
So ima just hustle hard because I’m a ace in my hood
A good guy with bad ways I’m just misunderstood
I’m from where the hammers go
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up,
Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin' best, huh?
Lil' bro you know I got you
I made my way from the bottom
And I'm grindin' (I'm
Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin' best, huh?
Lil' bro you know I got you
I made my way from the bottom
And I'm grindin' (I'm
Take a bow
Ima tilt my crown
Had a dream about the money
Flying out state to state
Private jets w/ ace of spades
Ballin' it's my birthday
Big faces, I need big faces
All the guys sip Ace, we need 'bout six cases
I came up in the hood with the risk takers
Ran when the pigs chased us
[Masta Ace]
Ay yo shorty I'm sayin, I knew
you since you was like yay high, y'knamean
You out here whylin' out, you really need
to cool out
a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherf**kers til
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
roughneck group
They try to tell you that it ain't that hard
You can make mad money selling dope by the school yard
But either way I take the bad with
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
Get Money Round Here, Hey
In The Motha Fuckin Projects
Somebody In Trouble
Bitch Empty Out Your Pockets
Shot The Undercover For Coming
Through My
show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood
was real cold
And lonely my daddy been gone since 4
Money money money money all
That I really seen
Niggas out here sellin' tabs, sellin' bars
Sellin'
[Chorus: Akon]
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk
create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send
backwards your own whip, followed by stronger laughter
Look in my eyes and see the struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas here in
neither to waste
I lost my bitch she got replaced
We ain't going on dates I'm going to the bank
Money the only thing round here getting chased
We don't
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (ah)
Ay, ay
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had
bread
What fool said join em
If you can't beat em
That's nonsense so I
Hustle hustle hard like I'm Ace Hood
Choppers by the bed cuz I'm straight hood
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
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