Hood Chronicle

Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash Try to catch me when im slippin But im never gonna do that Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that Try to catch me when im slippin But my timberlands be dipping Lace em tight and dip like pippen Every place theres people riffen Its a jungle in the street it is A beat down where the heat it is They greeted us With a 13 gun salute upon your feet it is It is what it is The drugs it was He bugs and drops from slugs His pops shrugged cuz he gots no love His mom snubbed from the funeral She never loved that little sucker Vengeance plan in action as im turning to a motherfucker F*ck her Cuz she asking for it give it to her good Welcome to the chronicles Of things ive witnessed in the hood They in the woods Baking soda pennies spoons that full of base Dirty finger rubbing cross they gums thats numbing All they face The spitlle from the splatter as they crouching Down to take a shit Stains the back of sneakers as they wipe and take another hit Seen others dip Mustve been another heist on dyckman post I only know cuz thats the place that sell the gas i light the most Feels nice and toast The closest on the street that you can get to zen Winter storms were brewing As the speakers blaring many men Got killer fades in the heights We down and out but always look our best Death to all the snitches and death to the people who molest Lets chill im dressed 911 411 pager Thats a red alert that somethings bout to happen and its major Time to saddle up A choice between the jeep we chose the MPV Ralph mcdaniels music boxx is bumping from a loud TV If you could see But never mind that trash We left it in the past The still got chore boy in the glass And pass to take another blast They still acting crazy on the block And smoking in the hall They still scrawl graffiti with a magnum marker on the wall They still take a piss where they please The streets stunk, stink The streets will leave you dead on your knees So please, punk think The drunk drink The feens smoke I came up out of mean folk Obscene jokes Fried eggs with white rice cuz we broke Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash Try to catch me when im slippin But im never gonna do that Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that They revoke our licenses Evict us out our dwelling spaces Straight into a prison No appeal and no appellate cases Torso left without a trace its Fundamental back to basics Wearing the same jeans for three weeks With some dirty asics Hope we make it Sluts were chopping bricks and were completely naked Aint nobody ever left us shit Its up to me to take it So i took that Yeyo 1 for 1 its coming back so cook that Get the windows tinted on the truck So we aint gawked and looked at Smells like roaches Hallway with the heat for when the threat approaches Pyrex bubbling hot as bedbugs crawling from the folds in sofas Woman chauffeurs Keep the circle small So we dont let in gofers Lo lifes on the scene With the vivid colored polo loafers Fat from welfare Dying in a room My grandpa had no healthcare Money from the flip was spent on jordans We aint got no wealth here Strictly speaking Live here for a day and you'll begin to weaken But not me Im 1333 the killer puertorican Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash Try to catch me when im slippin But im never gonna do that Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that