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[2nd ii none]

All the way from the hood

One chocolate nigga up to no good

Yo I gotta watch my back, cause its like that

Too many fools on a mission

Tryin to put in work for a hood they aint even got they ass in

Everybody got beef, with me and my crew

But aint nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do? )

Talkin all day shit

Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip

Man, fuck the red and the blue team

Fool, my color runs green

And itll stay as I choose

And if my homies aint down, they catchin the blues

They wanna stab me in my back huh?

But soon as they do, Im comin back at cha

The same go for a bitch

She wanna fuck and be good, til the money maker switch

And then Im out on my limbs

Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind

Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)

And sometimes - I cant trust my damn self!

Its a God damn shame

Aint no reason to blame, one fool or one game

But its life and a nigga gotta deal with it

Man, Im just tired of the bullshit



[dj quik]

Now if the gangsta shit is what youre cravin for

And the funky ass tape is what youre savin for

Then look no further, cause Im the brother

And ima break it down and kick the shit once more

Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out

Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out

Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out

And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out

And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar

Thats the same motherfucker youll be hidin in

Fifteen holes, flat tires and youre windows gone

Now whats really goin on?

From denver to phoenix and even st. louis

Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us

And to the suckaz thinkin that a nigga wouldnt steal

How your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?

Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor

Of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor

And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way

Shoutin, "whattup cuz? " just to see what Id say

But I aint trippin, just checkin a grip

I aint crippin or even ruinin bloodn, just smokin a budn

Gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit

Then come up in my face with that bullshit

[2nd ii none]

All the way from the hood

One chocolate nigga up to no good

Yo I gotta watch my back, cause its like that

Too many fools on a mission

Tryin to put in work for a hood they aint even got they ass in

Everybody got beef, with me and my crew

But aint nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do? )

Talkin all day shit

Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip

Man, fuck the red and the blue team

Fool, my color runs green

And itll stay as I choose

And if my homies aint down, they catchin the blues

They wanna stab me in my back huh?

But soon as they do, Im comin back at cha

The same go for a bitch

She wanna fuck and be good, til the money maker switch

And then Im out on my limbs

Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind

Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)

And sometimes - I cant trust my damn self!

Its a God damn shame

Aint no reason to blame, one fool or one game

But its life and a nigga gotta deal with it

Man, Im just tired of the bullshit



[dj quik]

Now if the gangsta shit is what youre cravin for

And the funky ass tape is what youre savin for

Then look no further, cause Im the brother

And ima break it down and kick the shit once more

Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out

Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out

Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out

And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out

And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar

Thats the same motherfucker youll be hidin in

Fifteen holes, flat tires and youre windows gone

Now whats really goin on?

From denver to phoenix and even st. louis

Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us

And to the suckaz thinkin that a nigga wouldnt steal

How your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?

Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor

Of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor

And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way

Shoutin, "whattup cuz? " just to see what Id say

But I aint trippin, just checkin a grip

I aint crippin or even ruinin bloodn, just smokin a budn

Gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit

Then come up in my face with that bullshit

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