[Verse 1 - BG Knocc Out]
I Was My Mamma's Son But I Was Raised By The Wolves
A Young Nutty Nigga Running Through The Hood
On Any Given Day Catch Me Gunning Through The Hood
Busting Niggas Ain't With It, They Ain't Coming To The Hood
See This a War Zone
And Every Single Day Niggas Get Dusted
We Ain't Nothing To Fuck With
See That Car Drive Up Slow, Don't Trust It
See That Tinted Window Come Down You Better Duck Quick
Before They Hop Out, and Let Their Mac Loose
Its Killing C's And Bitch Nigga Wear Your Track Shoes
Cuz We On Alert, Put Out a Code Red
Got No Respect Not Even For The Old Heads
Around Here, Your Own Homie Can Get Put Down
Original Baby Gangster, We Run The Hood Now
A Day One Nigga, Shit I Been With It
He Changed The Name But Still Kept The End In It

[Hook - BG Knocc Out]
We Call Our Own Shots & We Make Our Own Moves
We Go Hard At War And We Don't Like To Lose
We're Not Your Average Hood So Don't Get It Confused
Somebody Gets Out Of Line, Somebody Catching The Blues

I Was Born Nutty By Nature [8x]

[Verse 2 - BG Knocc Out]
Everyday Life Is Teetering On The Tentative
Cuz I'm a Yankee, a True Representative
Hardcore, Stay Away If You Sensitive
Or Just Surrender And Maybe You And Your Niggas Can Live
I Get Tripped On Your Best Bet Is To Get Gone
I Roll Up Hit You Up With That Big Chrome
My Whole Clique Sick, We On The Crip Shit
Pull Up On End Sack For a $10 Dip Stick
Get Wet, Come Through Your Set, Start To Flip Shit
That's What You Get For Thinking Beef Was a Picnic
First Rule Of War Is To Guard Our Chest
Take a Wild Guess We In The Wild Wild West
We Keep Steal & Kill With Brild West
The 12 Shawty Will Leave Your Body a Foul Mess
Cuz We Go Hard From The Crattle To The Graveyard
On The Fight To Our Death Like The Brave Hard

[Hook - BG Knocc Out]

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