[Don Bishop Agallah] Every day real Bloods back down, leave it alone Listen Battlefornia's not your home, it's New York nigga Even in the Chi boy I be in the zone Amongst the G's I roam alone why? I'm still New York nigga And done I thought homies on the Island was whylin Hand you a buck fifty up on your face while smilin Motherfuckers was violent, if you didn't remain silent Never snitch on a ganglord, boss or a tyrant Coulda survived if I had to, do it again Go to jail for the same ratchets and use 'em again Come home from prison time and do this music again Death is the outcome deceivin amongst men Yeah I out son, attitude is FUCK THEM Wet the whole industry, y'all shit out of luck then In the booth, just gimme that big bottle of Henn' And I'mma get this East coast shit poppin again, ya heard me?
[Outro: repeat 2X] Yeah, the hood is back man For good we back man, with hoods and crack cans Yeah, you should relax chump We could attack punks with hoods and macs upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
