We’re strappin’ for the Hood

• Written by Anonymous

Lyrics: when am only the lyrically Assassin elsewhere just like Yo’ B**** are not hoes actin’ like Sexy Mamas, were am strappin’ for my Life that’s what I live for awful mane Ya’ niggas thinki’ bout somkin’ up all this weed in front the cop’s nothing but D*** busters just in Lincoln Hills, then am lookin’ round for newest action just like James Bond and if have put out gat tips up in his fat ass must have poky-dots from outer side and Yo’ midgets sum dumb sucker’s just my homies strappin’ for their money and 40 ounces, were if I aint playin with no fuckin’ ghetto Bitch like Nikki Benz iz fuckin’ not with lames just with best Iz actin’ unlike The Game.
Then I have mind-power over those sexy ladies in the hood, were am nosy never like deebo Yo’ goons scrappy like with sum these haters be up in Ya’ grill and if mane these haters are lurking broth, we gotta watch out where I saw heard Will Smith had left the game Yo to leave your Son that’s Okay with me, and if when am somkin’ up all that good but I knock em out Da box me and homie boy’s saw Ya’ Gangsters lookin’ so scared We’re Lurking and Coming for your Ass and those Money bags between nightfall.
When Yo’ Mane am not the one to fuck with am straight up wreckin’ General from Tuscaloosa, Huntsville, Ya’ these Ho’s don’t know nothing bout me from the Hood mane call up Money Makin’ Soldier when comin’ Knock- Knock down Yo’ Baby mama door then Who's There? A.k.a Bling- Bling Squad that’s who Iz to MUDA your sorry ass like my squad will slice and dice on Ya damn boy’s, were am the only stayin’ truth to damn myself with no more violence in the hood and no more skanch chasers were Yo’ messy Friends are dial-up for Police Sayin: Whatz Iz your Problem we’ve large problem with Mr. Badazz name Lil’ Deshawn he is disturbing the peace with all that Rack, Then am Lookin out 5.0 one of mine in my team told me polices noisy from outside across the streets and Two Alist Po- Po camin’ to my Door but I was Gone with my Mixes like those unfold Rhymes, when Yo’ Brotha shout to everyone Strappin’ hood like Ya’ last year Graduation at Yo’ baby sister high school and I done give care bout for what ya’ll sayin to me but I be right playin with a deck of Cards with Homie Segre’s.

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