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My Hood Lyrics - Artist : $tupid Young
[$tupid Young:]
They ain't talking money my nigga then that's some nonsense I'm just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious Took so many L's I can tell you about these losses Banging on the net, we catch them we ain't going to squash it Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense In my hood, in my hood (Ayy) Caught a case and had a different way of viewing things I'm just trying to get this money up and start doing things Trying to introduce my neighborhood to some newer things Just a young Cambodian with all these Cuban links I done made my own way, I made my own blueprint Your opinion don't pay my rent so fuck your two cents Blowing up in my section turned me into a nuisance Killas from my section that was my biggest influence Reputation everything, can't live with a bad name We gon' make a toast to never going broke with champagne Young niggas out here living wild in the fast lane Ain't shit changed even though all this cash came Cause we going to stack it up and split these dividends Feeling like 50 Cent, choppas for these many men Way before this rapping we been hopping out that mini-van Looking at the homie crazy when he said they send him to jail They ain't talking money my nigga then that's some nonsense I'm just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious Took so many L's I can tell you about these losses Banging on the net, we catch them we ain't going to squash it Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense In my hood, in my hood [Grinch-O:] My hood, my hood, it's getting eerie while it's after dark A couple cholos on the move walking through the park Great aim, sharpshooters, they don't miss the mark They trying to hit us with the RICO cause we up the bar Since early on, my day ones, we on that break-away I still pray all of you fools who want my life decayed We'll get it popping like some seeds in the microwave I'd risk my freedom if you trying to take my shine away Adapt too quickly, so I'm hunting for the doorway I squeeze the trigger I'm just trying to keep my soul today Mr Capone put me on so you can roll the tape Exposing all you fucking frauds that always been fake You couldn't make it on the stage these are hard days Moving weigh through your zip code cause [?] I gotta get it, no more time in the real estate I am never breaking, that's my military mind-state [$tupid Young:] They ain't talking money my nigga then that's some nonsense I'm just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious Took so many L's I can tell you about these losses Banging on the net, we catch them we ain't going to squash it Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense In my hood, in my hood [Young Drummer Boy:] Pull up on the opp, that's a mandatory hop-out Money came in but this shit ain't going to stop now People talk gangster, but I seen too many drop-outs Bitch I been in gang ain't no motherfucking cop out See I'm just trying to stay ten toes, if I spend money then it's coming back 10-4 Came back to the hood, getting love from my old hoes Speaking on my name but you know that is just a no-go Hit a sucker with a .40 that's a 4-0 Shout out to my homie Lil Nasty he a loco Tatted on his face, got it blasting with the logo Big sticks on em that's a motherfucking pogo My whole hood filled with pain and with blood stains If you ain't built for it then you betters stay away I thank god that he showed me to a better way But I can't leave before the homies dead on passing weight [$tupid Young:] They ain't talking money my nigga then that's some nonsense I'm just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious Took so many L's I can tell you about these losses Banging on the net, we catch them we ain't going to squash it Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense In my hood, in my hood |
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