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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,333
Peak in subgenre #2,172
Author
Robin Herrera
Uploaded
August 31, 2003
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:21
Story behind the song
the hood.
Lyrics
all my life i've been through some shit ,
always walked the streets, weaponless feeling awkwards,
thats why i walk around with more than two gun clips,
and enough bullets to take you and ya damn crew bitch,
so don't make no moves's that be stupid,
cuz i'ma have my bullets affected by cupid,
attracted to the red blood when it be squirting and oozing
fucking fagots , hazardous is abusing'n'using this music, you taught you winnings,
niggat'y, wHA ', you loosing,
any one start assuming, and rumors'z is out,
that i won't be doing, and anything that come out my mouf.
iggh t then , ima let my gat talk shit out, and show you what the real terr'az about,
if i was to letter this out, ya eyes i'll fall out,
come on man, you can't read about , anything in my route,
all i've had in my life in my past , is a broken house,
where lot' of mothafuckas got they broken moufs,
cuz the ass on they mouf keep pouring shit out,
ng'a, what you riffing about ,
this ain't ya story ,
the reason i spit sick , is so ngas won't ignore me,
i'm like a big dick ng'a , yea mad horny,
visible to a bitch,but not to a homie,
you a fag, i dare you to approach me,
ima have the gun closely, and burn ya like roast beef,
leave on the curb, with cold feet,
and no pulse nga' fa da doctor to read,
and i don't give a fuck , yo i'm lighting the weed,
in da church, in front the priest
pass by ya dead body, pouring hennessy,
nah , and o'l E ,cuz you ain't that valuable to me,
i'm like a good sandwich, and you old stale cheese,
the type you'll find on a fridge that don 't freeze,
so when I stuff 'em with bodies, i'm forced to fabreez,
damn , now i'm thinking ahead of my self B,
allready thinking bout hiding ya body from the police,
cuz i neva wanna be behind bars, i wanna be free.
fuck, man so at least I hear this record hit the streets,
i won't know what to call it, probly' felonies,
i don't gotta be coming out thinking all intelligently,
i ain't no cornball nc'a, i ain't no geek,
i'm the one that'll re-shape and cut the key,
nah, i don't work in the hardway store B,
but i do have tools , and they pump when you squeeze,
like the jack hammer, i flow to the beat,
what's a matter, you ain't think i was this deep,
bet ' you ain't know that i fuck with poetry,
but i ain't soft nga, you can tell when i speak,
i speak about the heat,and i speak about the streets,
i spit about 'real shit pertaining to me.
nga fuck you , and fuck ya family,
if you ain't making money with me , Your ass history,
just like that , said it b4, with a pistal B,
don't eva come to me like you wanna run weed,
cuz i deal pills, or coke by the key,
a real nga, making real azz money,
if capon'e was around his ass'll be proud of me,
but in the hood ,nga's is just frowing be,
they probly be , one of them gun decease,
where the symptons are the same, holes ya feet,
holes ya teeth, holes ya knees, nah fuck it, holes all ova ya body,
cuz i shoot you determined, like i was sent by gotti,
cuz ima real killa, i done killed more ngas, then jews by hitler,
it's a fucking hazardous shit i speak about , nothing sicka.
i'll leave ya thinking so much, might as well call me riddler,
cuz ya ngas neva gon figa me out, even wit a gat on my mouf,
live by gun, so i won't mind dying now,
