Let me tell you about my hood,
let me tell you about my block
So many hoodlums, so many cops
Two ways out, get paid or in a box
One way to win,
do what you can and shake the spot
Sluts pill, a lot of drug deals and thugs kill
It's all for money and the power
cause the buck's real
And if you're scared, homie,
you can cop a church deal
See if he even gives a fuck still
There's no religion,
just these concrete saints
That only kneel when the sharpness shakes
In the street and in the holding tanks
In the west by the stormy banks
Where in war does your army ring?
Soldier, I've seen this shit young
That's why my boys in tongue
Only spits about my boys with guns
Fire got you shook,
you only hear the noise
and run
And that fear makes exhaustion fun,
you ain't the one
If our hearts are the same,
let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doing
street -level crime
Some on the runnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids
to a six -side mind
Cali is big,
New
York is big,
Chi -Town is big, the whole block's big
When you're out on the street
doin' dirt with your clique
Just remember that they chick,
it's the law of the dick
Now I don't wanna be stuck
with this bad luck shit
All you must -out bitches
I can't fuck with
This whole subject is painful, I love it
We share the stories not
meant for the public
We struggle to get here next year
Take it over, wait's over,
best be the change over
What it took to prosper,
no apologies to offer
Got the best you can put on the roster
Psycho, sick, assassin, sick
Every now and then we need a revolution
So we spray the hallways
You're in a haze when
the song plays
And you don't wanna come
at us the wrong way
It's only for some,
this crazy ass city we run
It's in our blood,
we live and die by the gun
Wipe your tears,
all the blood right in front of your eyes
The city is cold and she don't
cry when you die
My hood's all the same,
let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doin'
street -level crime
Some underrunnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids to a six -side mind
L .A. is sick,
New
Jersey is sick
Feet down, the whole block sick
When you're out on the street
doin' dirt with your clique
Just remember that legit gets
the law off the dick
I'm from a crooked angle,
A -homie make my dust angel
The city block got me locked
in a tight strangle
Graffiti bomb city walls by the knife angle
At least two raw milli walls
in the star spangle
That's what the voters for,
exercise the art of war
In the hood but not in yours,
that's when the
Saudis roll
Watch where you're at man,
the streets and the constance fall
Don't try to be a hero,
that's what the cops are for
The lifestyle we lead, it's money,
whiskey and weed
And gun battles make it risky indeed
No money, more problems,
got my city in need
It's
CA all day, where we hustle and bleed
Scrape the galley concrete for dough
Staying hungry in the street cause
this music shit's about to blow
Tryna stay out of the county,
so I dodged the law
Man, these enemies, they plop,
my fault, fuck the world
If our hearts are the same,
let me tell you about mine
All these young kids doin'
street -level crime
Some on the runnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids
to a six -side mind
Atlanta is sick!
Philly's sick!
Texas is sick!
The whole block's sick!
When you're out on the street doin' dirt,
where'd you click?
Just remember that legit gets the law off the dick
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I can't believe this man, I a guy.
I love it.
He's an amazing guy.
I fucking love it!