"My Hood" lyrics
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
You see, years passed, bandana'd up with a mask
And we fatigued out, ready hammered up in the grass
Uh huh, I had to pull it out, click click, pull it out
Nah, let me hit em son, I'm bout squeeze the bullet out
Yeah, yeah, there he go, pop pop, there he go
We gon' creep on him though, let the calico go
Anybody move, go, we play it by the rules though
No women, no children, it's over before this fool [?]
Yeah, we by the building, B
He's playin' where the children be
My hood, we run upon you, put you out your misery
Break down, get rid of artillery, you feelin' me?
My hood is like scripts from The Wire
And keep shit burning like the California fires
Keep a tight grip like a good pair of pliers
Yeah, in my hood, they pass out wanted posters like flyers
When [?] Lou died niggas started wild riots
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
Son I, miss the pub, I miss all the beef
I miss the Hill and ball in the Reese
I miss the Ave, especially when it's prime time
Lost batallion and Crissy's on the Nine-nine
Yeah, I miss the shorties in the summertime thongs
I miss the chicken wings, there's nothin' like Wong's
I miss Vinnie's, the [?] in black panties
Jamaican spot, eatin' oxtail with Henny, yeah
I miss Riverpark, I miss 21 Street
Hittin' up the Arab spot when I'm thisty
Yeah, I miss the continental room in the Wing
I miss the Back, ballin' doing my thing
I miss Queens Plaza, miss the Q-train
Experience cap service and new 'caine
I miss Willy, I miss calling national
Queens Center Mall and the hoes that I was rappin' to
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
We the definition of a gangsta, thug and street nigga
Ride, I don't talk to the police, nigga
Young entrepreneurs, for real, no pretending
Make a movie 'bout our lives, ain't no snitching at the ending
Introducing, the Brooklyn shooters
Hit his face with the Mac
His his chest with the Ruger
It's Maino, Murda and C-N-N
Before it's over, we gon' make CNN
No love
Fire every round 'till it's no slugs
Two thugs
And four black bloody gloves
Even the police know we fuckin' cold D's, for Maino
For Murda
I kill a nigga for free
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
Let me tell you 'bout the hood me and my nigga come from
Yeah, hollowheads, clippin' and chippin', pop 'em and get spun
What the fuck you really want, it's DPG
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me (Hey!)
You know I serve 'm with the Uzi, take 'm back to them [?] days
When niggas got popped and fools spots get shot if you run away
Boo-yah, boo-yah, now it's all over
Hood shit, nigga, mixed with La Cosa Nostra
Yeah motherfucker, locked and loaded, the K was in [?]
Drive-by's was creating spitters of the year
My hood, nigga Dogg Pound Gangstaville
My hood, nigga, Dogg Pound gangsters will
Smash on anybody, OG's and busters
Peel ya cap on y'all, bitch motherfuckers
Cross ya name out, EBK
Anybody kill a Young John Gotti nigga
Coming in the body, niggas
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
R-E U-P G-A-N-G
Yeah I talk it caused I live it, I ain't story tellin'
Read between the lines nigga, I ain't good at spellin'
Writing's on the wall, got the whole city buyin' vowels
Turn them O's over for my fortune band of white style
Pile on the money, where I'm from niggas take your child for the money
Beat the trial like it's funny
Sunny day, never missed my face, the roof's erased
AMG, will know chrome, the shoes is laced
We the crown holders like Big in the Coogie
Uzi in the waist, don't mistake it for Bougie
Prove me wrong, we're the pastor and the psalm
Stay killing imaginary niggas in your songs
You don't want qualms, all my niggas calm
Gorillas in the mist, beat our chest with our fist
What we squeeze and what we plead is the Fifth
Take everything I learned from the hood as a gift
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
You see, years passed, bandana'd up with a mask
And we fatigued out, ready hammered up in the grass
Uh huh, I had to pull it out, click click, pull it out
Nah, let me hit em son, I'm bout squeeze the bullet out
Yeah, yeah, there he go, pop pop, there he go
We gon' creep on him though, let the calico go
Anybody move, go, we play it by the rules though
No women, no children, it's over before this fool [?]
Yeah, we by the building, B
He's playin' where the children be
My hood, we run upon you, put you out your misery
Break down, get rid of artillery, you feelin' me?
My hood is like scripts from The Wire
And keep shit burning like the California fires
Keep a tight grip like a good pair of pliers
Yeah, in my hood, they pass out wanted posters like flyers
When [?] Lou died niggas started wild riots
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
Son I, miss the pub, I miss all the beef
I miss the Hill and ball in the Reese
I miss the Ave, especially when it's prime time
Lost batallion and Crissy's on the Nine-nine
Yeah, I miss the shorties in the summertime thongs
I miss the chicken wings, there's nothin' like Wong's
I miss Vinnie's, the [?] in black panties
Jamaican spot, eatin' oxtail with Henny, yeah
I miss Riverpark, I miss 21 Street
Hittin' up the Arab spot when I'm thisty
Yeah, I miss the continental room in the Wing
I miss the Back, ballin' doing my thing
I miss Queens Plaza, miss the Q-train
Experience cap service and new 'caine
I miss Willy, I miss calling national
Queens Center Mall and the hoes that I was rappin' to
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
We the definition of a gangsta, thug and street nigga
Ride, I don't talk to the police, nigga
Young entrepreneurs, for real, no pretending
Make a movie 'bout our lives, ain't no snitching at the ending
Introducing, the Brooklyn shooters
Hit his face with the Mac
His his chest with the Ruger
It's Maino, Murda and C-N-N
Before it's over, we gon' make CNN
No love
Fire every round 'till it's no slugs
Two thugs
And four black bloody gloves
Even the police know we fuckin' cold D's, for Maino
For Murda
I kill a nigga for free
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
Let me tell you 'bout the hood me and my nigga come from
Yeah, hollowheads, clippin' and chippin', pop 'em and get spun
What the fuck you really want, it's DPG
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me (Hey!)
You know I serve 'm with the Uzi, take 'm back to them [?] days
When niggas got popped and fools spots get shot if you run away
Boo-yah, boo-yah, now it's all over
Hood shit, nigga, mixed with La Cosa Nostra
Yeah motherfucker, locked and loaded, the K was in [?]
Drive-by's was creating spitters of the year
My hood, nigga Dogg Pound Gangstaville
My hood, nigga, Dogg Pound gangsters will
Smash on anybody, OG's and busters
Peel ya cap on y'all, bitch motherfuckers
Cross ya name out, EBK
Anybody kill a Young John Gotti nigga
Coming in the body, niggas
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
R-E U-P G-A-N-G
Yeah I talk it caused I live it, I ain't story tellin'
Read between the lines nigga, I ain't good at spellin'
Writing's on the wall, got the whole city buyin' vowels
Turn them O's over for my fortune band of white style
Pile on the money, where I'm from niggas take your child for the money
Beat the trial like it's funny
Sunny day, never missed my face, the roof's erased
AMG, will know chrome, the shoes is laced
We the crown holders like Big in the Coogie
Uzi in the waist, don't mistake it for Bougie
Prove me wrong, we're the pastor and the psalm
Stay killing imaginary niggas in your songs
You don't want qualms, all my niggas calm
Gorillas in the mist, beat our chest with our fist
What we squeeze and what we plead is the Fifth
Take everything I learned from the hood as a gift
My hood, My hood
From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face
My hood, My hood
We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out
My hood, My hood
From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes
My hood, My hood
My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good
