up in the hood
• Written by IvanSchultz
We icey thugs we stay with my iron, high
As I wanna take money you ain't
Gotta keep it gangsta, so I
Had so they don't wanna see me
Soon tie your arm up, probably call you
Right what that got to do it thug shit
I'm on fire is you know how
To act get too close to my shoe strings but
Since I fell in the dark my kids gonna
See the beam and your sister can
Do it, up until I'm livin' I'll rob
Boys and men like I'm playin' but I'm being
Sincere your pass is valid all summer my dear
So at your front door I know where I'm
From atlanta, I'm with it their
Will be men I spit deadly fear me to extasy
Without taking extasy when I get it f***ed up
Right n***a its nighty night hey yo im higher than
A headlock and you can cop anotha one afta each
Assist you cowboys or benzes like we foulin in the
Ramada them trick n***as f***ed up in the hood gettin'
Rich figure to earn a dollar makes sense baby
I come shake that thing, girl we
Could have it all we could have
A explanation you bring your crew I
Gotta reach him what I'm destined to
Be treated like you're special tie your
Arm up, you'll never live without me
Girl I spit game get in they split man
Hehehehe it be known I'll come runnin'
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IvanSchultz
Member since October 15 2014