Wat goes down in ur hood
Iight this is wat goes down in my hood.
In the streets of Portland Maine// There be gangstas,playas,and dogs tied up in chains// If you ever come `round here u betta bring bullet-proof vest// Before the gangstas but a hole in ur chest// Drugies behind the houses sellin marijuana// While dem rich fools in der house listenin to Nirvana// Playas on da porches watchin da ladies go by// Tryna impress the gurls and tryna be fly// All dem tied up dogs be barkin as u roll by the house// Ready to chase after u like a mouse// While everyone has a different life// My life is bein critized...just like bein stabbed by a knife. NEXT PERSON SAY THEIR HOOD |
yo my philadelphia hood aint all good/
mutherfuckers scared likt they let go suge*/ and we smashin on cats that sweet like j boog/ all we do is rap bust gats and sell crack/ and attack any wack mutherfucker wit a mac/ we stay strapped, and peel caps on contac/ in my hood we carry eagles wit red lasers/ spinnin necks off like they head was turntables/ everything philly cats spit aint fables/ unless they got a white cat on both sides as neighbors/ mutherfuckers dont wanna come on my block/ where crazy mutherfcukers carry glocks/ and slang coke rocks inside socks/ im reppin 215 till i die/ and if im gonna die sum where else, im goin outside to bury my self alive/ when guns go off you hit the ground and hide/ cus in philly when you hear them sirens sum1 lost they lives/ thats philly next rapper spit ya hood |
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