Hood rules
• Written by MasterArap
New York New York the melting pot
Torsos toss from building spot are filling lots when the metal been shot
Shits is really to hot and drug dealers shops selling rock
And seeing knots that billing the stock giving the plot evil killer cops for speacial ops
Against them wilding on the block a million rebel villains concealing glocks
You can't be unfocused for a moment for prepatory
Or get a you noticed by opponents move on your territory
Gunfire between mafia capos burn the city air like magma and fire volcanic lava
Another bastard sent to Nazareth faster and crowds see mad hatter go panicked slaughter
Then cemented like Nazca before your presented and plaster
Like a hierogyphic chapter sketch in pyramid the. extended for pastor
No police sergeant arriving the squadron of beast swarming siren
And deceased carcass reclining from in there for coffin he lies in mane keep roaring the iron
Refuse the order paid dues director if your hood the border with the fifty caliber
The Desert Eagle time are fuse mortar turn your statues like medusa then Boston massacre
And have an with a yellow tape barrier to evacuate the area
The criminal rate in Gotham escalate will have you evaporate like hurricane Katrina
So even we saying rhymes we always creating crimes
Niggaz don't staying line your laced in grime (Blammo)
Put on rikers island wasting time
Don't playing with dimes the pimp has goldiggers training to mine
So you got to sleep with one eye open watch for lies spoken
Dining on plate covered with grits have mistake with the nine smoke
Will ply noggin with your spine broken
And have your mind swollen in a pine box and
The steal you profit and paper out your pockets for favors
Then blast a rocket form banger and give your corpses to savior
Ain't no cotton candy and the great adventure
Hold the to penetrate with a berreta
The small militant criminal are hunting the obstinate general
The baby gangster killing admiral at coffin that filling at funeral
To make blood pool then shake you fools you can't fight back
Dont motherfucking break hood rules and it like that
Here camera recorder speaks the channel two eyewitness reporter
Another niggaz blow medulla oblangata decipher handle by forensic examiner coroner
Left shredded ligaments patella by beheaded by amatuer gravedigger
Lured in with fast money and fine women
He's a class dummy twist lye blowin has his think time broken
His grade been failing while his day fell in he stay with felon
Stood on the corners cane selling aim killing from nine breakin melon
He drew the notice from perpetrator with raider home invasion
Saw investigators as traitor with chrome penetration
They kick in the door like raid redemption went in spray the Wesson
He had the way attempted to get away misdirection
They fire he ran for cover it was like life or death going limbo
He got up some more coming into the room with the smell of smoking indo
He shot one in the leg took him held through in a window
He fired back cartridges explode like a broken Nintendo
Moved down the fire escape has in dire straight hopes he don't have a little mistake
If he hesitate the place will be surrounded by yellow tape with nickel plates
They chase he retaliate he tried to evacuate
Turn a corner they trapped him put a gun to assasinate
And his family devastate put on channel two news
Watching them go through all the boo hoos
You lose the blues are getting more evil more sinister
Nothing but azreal and death angel door perimeter
Tactical took up his torso an figure up his photo and picture
And separated hollow out niggaz confiscated borrow the trigger
The cops new he so fell hard to the law of the boulevard
So they tag his bod filled with bullet scars and pull out funeral car
One more young black man homicide on the scene
Died at the age of nineteen
Watching for ops walking down the blacktop with the mac copped
I seen who blasted me stop lack drop at the crack shop
Stairway to heaven that where hes going as Im firing
Steady strapped with my gun once smoking the iron
He was amazed and stun as i came to blazing the gun
He ran away from son the gang banger run
I shot and missed may he rot in piss
Hot in my fist the glocks with clips rocks and tips
He headed for the train station his brain racing
Came facing the end but instead a vagrant cane basing
A nation with thugs jumped out in surprise spraying the slugs
Put one round in face and mugs left two laying in blood
Three more one has shotgun about to run of option
My gun is cocking got one in the noggin hid behind some of column
Took out my jeans a laser police teams with taser
Put the beam to chasers had them seen a prayer
I release a cartridge while he being distracted laid a deceased carcass
Saw the complete carnage with his defeated partners
But he escape on a transit ride create the crowd panicked hide
Looked like Auschwitz genocide once the hammer rise
He boarded a train on top my gun roared a flame
Shot and tore off brain or so it was explain
Moved forward arrange thought the floor the stain
Walked over mane he moved he faked his death
And sprayed the tech almost had me laid to rest
Had to take a breath he stand top my torso too shoot
He's got hollow to boot then kick his leg
Went over side on he fell on the third rail electrified
And he died looked like suicide from the life he dwelled
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MasterArap
Member since December 26 2014