Lyrics

Niggaz can't move me, I focus runnin the streets Like a rumour, whippin pillas like a ferris wheel An everything I said, I sais it real See I love the hood an the hood loves me It's a thin line between hate and love - Cross it and take a slug I'll erase your mug So embrace the plug or get placed above - People ax how I follow God and still cuss That's the lingo of the hood, dammit, you don't understand it So while y'all in church, preachin' to the upper-classes Kissin ass, I'm in the trenches with gangstas Showin em ways to get paid widout pushing powder But pushin power. If you don't know the hood Then don't speak unless you spoken to Your comments'll end up chokin you Or stomping you, I promise you I roam with guns loaded, homey An poppin, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack bodies droppin, They when they missed you but that wis luck They comin through tomorrow, surely, that's wassup: Cock back they thang-thang, hit you with they bang-bang Stand over your body and hit you with the same thang, We were tight for a minute, rock the same lane You switched colours, say goodbye to your brain, man (You) thought I was bangin you wifey, that wasn't me; You got stomped at the party, now *that* was me - Face to face, only a bitch do discuss you Like a talk, only a real dude bus' you Don't get in your eye in front of your girl Fuck your world I want dues when I'm walking the hood Shit ain't pretty, from the to brick city, I spit gritty Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence - Any albums they the silence Vietnam, Desert Storm wasn't because of killer cam My beef with 50Cent, or Gam Hei? Chicks be spazzin out, makin me crazy Forget a baby, go half on a 3-80 Rolex, take two and pass dat, my songs like balls Cos they get all up in yo ass-crack
Writer(s): Oscar Owens, Jason Keaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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