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Ha haa I know a lot of feelings gon get hurt on this one If you haven't check in to the block And you full of excuses Yeah I'm talking to you Talkin bout yeah I got kids And my baby momma stay trippin' If I hang with the crew Playa you know exactly what you signed up for You know this neighborhood gang bang ain't no joke Same day find out that my girl pregnant Got in a shoot out with the enemies With that [?] Sent in the county 5 to life sentence Did other things that I couldn't even mention I know this topic very sensitive I'm just letting you know That I got the credentials boy To chin check your muthafucking ass Matter of fact better tell me where you been at Last time boy I heard of you I heard you was in the club dancing all the way in the back Screaming out waah throwing up the set Telling bitches that you a muthafucking vet Is that right? With your M.I.A ass Me and all the hitters really wanted to laugh (ha haa) You disappeared the first day courted in Your ass only went on one mission You was in the backseat all asleep So that shit don't count Get wit the business boy Showing your face in the hood is mandatory If you don't, you're garbage end of story Wanna claim the fame and the muthafucking glory Go out there and bring back the team a trophy That there mean, that you gotta catch a body That mean you gotta bring all the hoes from the party Go to the bank This a strong arm robbery Split the money with the hitters and the whole family One thing for sure ain't nobody hating This exactly what you lames gon be sayin' Looking for someone's lil sympathy Keep it real they opinion don't mean shit to me It don't mean shit to the rest of the homies The facts already right there that you a phony At 21 you saying that you OG Stop it with that bullshit Homie what you smoking? Homies 30 don't even talk like that 3 bodies on his belt and don't brag Last time someone raised his voice at em He took flight for that chump talking like that Earning your respect homie that's the way it go Abide and live by the rules of the G code Even if your ass gotta catch the metro Come to the hood don't ever think your ass is special If you special you gon get the special treatment 18 second beat down on the next meeting And we gon put the biggest muthafuckas on ya And I'm a count very slow while they whoopin on ya I ain't saying that you can't live a good life Have a job, big house, kids and a wife I'm just saying the neighborhood til death I make this song for those homies that tend to forget Showing your face in the hood is mandatory If you don't, you're garbage end of story Wanna claim the fame and the muthafucking glory Go out there and bring back the team a trophy That there mean, that you gotta catch a body That mean you gotta bring all the hoes from the party Go to the bank This a strong arm robbery Split the money with the hitters and the whole family
Writer(s): Byron Castillo Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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