Lyrics:
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Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For
GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
Come help me mow yo lawn, mama
Turn you up into a soldier
Head to the dreams
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood
Somebody say
the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti
believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eating
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
They in the back
So I gotsta take my time and
Make sure that my nine
Get him, got him, spot him, shoot him
He's shot and now they call me Snoop Gotti
I'm
boom on top boom, boom gat for gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you
Yo, my crew in the front got it
ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
for my mothafuckin' niggas
Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in
Me and the homies
Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka
And be like,
livin' John Gotti
White diamonds on a white cross, white hood
I'm in a white horse
Playing bitch be of the Ku Klux
I tax a nigga like a write-off
Steady
to rap in the hood, I seen a vision
Everybody slacked in the hood
But I had a mission
Now giving back to the hood is my ambition
So why I live back in
the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it,
I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yo
Yeah, get nigga
Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo
I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife
(N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule)
I'm gon' live my life, and she
on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that?
Real nigga so this rap shit easy
(When I speak) Theses niggas believe me
'Cause
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
a refugee
She's coming back, she's coming
Keep you company
Woah, woah
She's a refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna
Live in America, yo yo, yo yo, yo
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
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