Hood...
• Written by J-King
Yeah, it started way back, when I was jus a kid
learnin "money over everything" and Ima do what I got to just to get that shit.
On the block from early mornin, till it was pitched black dark
the only light that you get is when niggas make that .40 cal spark.
Its crazy the type of shit you see while you grindin in these streets
Im done shootin niggas, Id rather be murderin these beats.
Dont ever get caught without yo heat
hatin is fo real, I keep another strap under my driver seat.
A nigga paranoid, make me ride with steel, sittin on my lap
Cuz if it ever comes down to him or me, it wont be me who takes that infinite nap.
Jack boyz stay schemin, always lookin for a quick way to come up
I aint worried bout shit, Im still tryin to figure out jus exactly when these niggas got me fucked up.
You gone have to kill me, if you ever wanna get any of my shit for free
Ima die bout mines, thats the code I live by cuz Ima forever remain a "G"
And thats the truth, nigga, I put that on my hood,
Cuz North Phoenix got me, Ima forever be good.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Hood nigga, always had dreams of one day getting rich.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Rich nigga, got this way from saling bricks.
And you'z a pussy nigga, tellin on yo boyz, you've forever been a snitch
Fuck nigga, you would've been killed in my hood, barried some where in a ditch.
Pussy nigga, real niggaz dont show you love, we aint feelin all yo fake shit
Fuck nigga, you the true definition of what it is to be a bitch.
Seen you come in this spot with yo whole crew
aint no body worried, besides, watchu pussy niggaz gonna do.
But i thought you was supposed to be tough doe,
fuck putting hands on you, you'll get murdered by this killa flow
young funeral, I spit dem graveyard, undertaker, casket raps
big money, bill gates, big bank, they tryin to slow us down wit dat salary cap.
You just a player, Im the owner of the team,
Trappin hall of fame, they gone retire my very first triple beam.
A nigga fallin back, but never get shit fucked up,
got the trap back jumpin, just so all my niggaz can stay turnt up.
Coming up, the only two choices to get paid, was robbin or salin crack,
neighborhood cooker, turnin drugs over, like ya boy cookin flap jacks.
Ima take this rap money. and go see my plug,
Spent 200 racks, so you know he gon show me some discount love.
To make real money, you gotta spend money first,
keep yo head on a swivel, so it dont be you, whos the one ridin in the back of that hurst.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Hood nigga, always had dreams of one day getting rich.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Rich nigga, got this way from saling bricks.
And you'z a pussy nigga, tellin on yo boyz, you've forever been a snitch
Fuck nigga, you would've been killed in my hood, barried some where in a ditch.
Pussy nigga, real niggaz dont show you love, we aint feelin all yo fake shit
Fuck nigga, you the true definition of what it is to be a bitch.
Hustler'z remember me from way back, when I was wrappin bricks,
pussy niggaz remember too cuz I,m the King, Mr. Fuck A Niggaz Bitch.
Jack Boyz know i was the first one hittin licks,
gettin love from the hood niggaz cuz I stay on that street shit.
Real nigga, I aint ever gave a fuck about dem lawz, nigga,
we sum hustlerz, we keep pictures of Matty Meech on da the wall, nigga.
Cuz we gon praise all the real and dem trap niggaz,
damn right, and we gon rob da rap niggaz.
Thats how we do it where im from, in Az. down here at the bottom of the map, nigga,
comin up, you couldnt find me , anywhere but dat trap, nigga.
Trap nigga, I sale it all,
so come see me if you need soft or dat raw.
Or you can get green, pillz, heir-on, soft or crack,
it aint shit for me to blow it all, cuz Ima get it right back.
And thats how it goes when you gotta hustle jus to eat,
tryihg to transition from the block to layin verses and smashin these beats.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Hood nigga, always had dreams of one day getting rich.
Hood nigga, they aint ever gave us shit
Rich nigga, got this way from saling bricks.
And you'z a pussy nigga, tellin on yo boyz, you've forever been a snitch
Fuck nigga, you would've been killed in my hood, barried some where in a ditch.
Pussy nigga, real niggaz dont show you love, we aint feelin all yo fake shit
Fuck nigga, you the true definition of what it is to be a bitch.
Where im from money is everything, cash rules all,
but money also be the quickest way real niggaz fall.
Keep it tight, keep ya crew small, dont fuck wit dem lame niggaz,
hatin is real, these niggaz wont think twice about you before they pull them triggaz.
As for me, I aint ever been worried about shit,
any niggaz want it, go ahead, come and try and get it.
Much love to all the hustlerz and the real niggaz, keep doin yo thang,
and Fuck you to the Pussy niggaz, hatin, wishin yall could be doin the same.
As the truth remains, you'll forever be a lame, Ima do whatever it takes to all the fake niggaz out this game.
You'll understand when dat gun bust and you see the flash from the flame,
got all you niggaz scared when you hear the name of da Double 'M' Money Gang.
I get money, the only thing i wish, is a nigga would,
aint gotta explain whats already understood.
Hood nigga, I stay on dat street shit,
you shouldve known disrespect is the easiest way to get yo crew killed and yo azz hit.
I told em:
Hood nigga, I stay on dat street shit,
Real nigga, Ima always be a "G", bitch.
I said street nigga, I dont fuck with these rap niggaz,
hood nigga, you can find me in dat trap, posted with da hustlerz and dem killaz.
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J-King
Member since May 16 2015