[Hook 1] You bitches just don't realize livin' in the hood is do or die He was once a thug from around the way He was once a thug from around the way
[Verse 1: Al Kapone] It all started back in the day when a nigga was slangin' rocks Just like Pac, me against the world the shit just never stop Straight out the mob terrace back in 1989 Mouth fulla gold new fur curl Tryna come up, sellin' quarters and dimes Everybody in my hood knew a nigga was straight From the jump I had to come real Just like my nigga Big Will Watchin' out for the cops Jumpin', grab for the knots Broke ass [jockers?] with fake ass jewelry try'na come up one the rock (My nigga talked [?] let me know who is true) Never say your shit to a motherfucker you don't know, fool The number one rule (Because them undercover tricks be try'na pop a call) Bashing there money ain't got no drugs, get the fuck on But every then and now a nigga had to take a chance It's all about coming up and only the strong survive Fools, so what's up Fuck singing a sad song I got's to get my hustle on
[Hook 2] He was once a thug from around the way He was once a thug from around the way You bitches just don't realize livin' in the hood is do or die
[Verse 2: Al Kapone] Everyday is a struggle, shits always on my mind Looking for a way out, but it seems like a nigga just can't find Got to keep feeling like Marvin Gaye, I'm just a troubled man Gotta get myself a plan Get on my feet know what I'm sayin'? So, I'm hooking up with my nigga Said he gon' fuck a quarter pound On some California chronic and Memphis Man, you know I'm down Got my beeper from [?] Brother from Just who plays my c's Holla my dawg, money by decade Get it crunk in Dixie Queen Cocaine Wayne set up chopper on wigs (Haters look to [?]) This is how we do this shit (Bring the whole motherfucking click) Real niggas work together don't matter how good or bad the weather DDT doing there damn thang, fool what ever's clever Keep them cross outs the fuck out of our business When a nigga be doin' dirt them honky ass cops be looking for snitches And you know we can't afford to let'em catch asleep No more being ass out, mane We gotta get on our feet
[Hook 2]
[Verse 3: Taylor Boy] Big Glocks and nut locks take a listen Cause I'm about to take you on a motherfucking mission Black gat it's t-shirt, fresh gut and grey chucks 380 on my side and in my pockets brass knucks I finna hit the steets where ain't no love for a nigga I gotta stay strapped, cause in 1928 ain't no killer Ain't no ice on feet, so why in the hell should I be slippin' Puttin' in works the only way I make a livin' Been a g it's wroten I don't wanna be [?] Livin' on the edge of my goddamn life Now fools talk shit to gert the upper hand But in the end they find out what a man, what a man, what a man Because I'm taking a sucker and hangin' him up like soap on the rope Ease back motherfuckcer cause ain't no goddam joke [Busters short pants saggin' rouhgh neck style] Another nigga with his finger on the trigger, going buck wild
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