Back in the Hood

Gotta get back in the hood Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like I gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I dont f*** with cops Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like I gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I dont f*** with cops Money I picture the whips Picture buggatis I picture the trips Picture the life that I knew I could live Is it the music or some other thing The same youngin living life wild The same youngins with the gang style Same nigga with no light smile I was a younging who came from the trap None of these n**** knew that i could rap Compensation that I kept on my back Up in school I was writing my lyrics Man writing these stories i knew people listened Alot of my homies who grew in the hood Some live in prison but others are good Standing on green just like tiger woods All the shit that ive done or I could I never look back I never look back all the way in my past Skipping church never went to the mass I was a dummy was living too fast Tevin cambell never seeing that eye 2 eye Getting rich or you gonna die On my fifty shit, with no shade Talking crazy like charlamange Poppin bottles with no chill Henny cran while im sippin on it Taking shots to the dome piece, im slippin homie Last time that I smoked weed I was trippin homie Was going wild, reppin bronx till my death bed Highbridge till my last breath Gotta get back in the hood Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like a gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I dont f*** with cops Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like a gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I dont f*** with cops N*****be yappen they mouth talking that shit put your food on the plate Chilling with killer and dealers man chilling with us no discussion there is no debate Telling ya shawty to come to the crib, killin her shit while she sit on my face Never compared, never winning the race I was that n**** that you love to hate Chilling with O in that M5 yo we pull up to cali we hop on rav Flippin the pack, playing ceelo on the corner ma n**** we flippin the stacks Pussy n***** always running away, I’m thinking ya n***** should try for the track When i appear, more deadly than some cigarette packs You not taking me back, man im come from trap Come from a city where n***** dont lack Long guns cuz they blowing they back Thats is a pause we not thinking bout that Sippin this henny until i go black Crushin the weed for my n*****, he rippen the fonto, this n***** is about to get smacked Highbridge forever my n***** there is no conparin my city we up on the map Never ever witness homocides Yo in the streets its a genocide Hot out but im cold inside All these killings are recent Lived close to the precent Yo they never did shit One of ma n***** got killed for this shit Gunned down right infront of his crib Gotta get back in the hood Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like a gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I dont f*** with cops Gotta scrap yo whenever you could They dont want you to survive They give you a nine Hoping that you die Getting rich they you know ima try Dts always pull me aside Patten me down like a gotta dime Baggy pants with the beef and brocs I don’t f*** with cops