'Cause you was depressed and now you abusin' me That's why I need me a girl to be true to me Know 'bout the game, and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side, shit
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah! [Morock] This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada
I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome
the bills And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit
Chea! It's dat incredible shit Talk to ?em It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer
Even the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegger you know, bump my shit,
re cigarettes Negotiate deals via cellphone Don't forget, nickel nine leave you soakin wet Do shows outta town, bring dollars home Spread love throughout my hood, my hood
that I play by Carry the team like I'm A I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood
hard to get We got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for
you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back, right?) Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya Keep it looking hood
heavyweight champ, Me! But I couldn't do it all alone, We! Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy cause I'm still hood
head That's super hot like Holla Pain I heard that pussy so damn fuckin' good Turn you into thangs I hope you know I'm straight up from the hood Love
All these muthaf-ckers crazy Dunkin' blocks what raised me Pride n-ggas can't fade me Whole hood on that blue shit While I was riding round in that new shit
One in the hole, cause these n-ggas will test ya Them indictments come round, that shit there, stress ya FBI, GBI, either way they aint playing Nothin
up tell the DA we on our way, make the beds up I ain't trippin on shit man I sleep when I get down young your going out tomorrow night, I'm like shit
the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me and young Streets talkin' this the realest shit y'all eva done
talkin' yay I ain't suga coati'n shit this is who I am Nigga you been to da A, seen me makin' it rain Seen it wit ya own eyes you know dis shit ain'
, I do it for my hood And every time I do it, I do it for yo hood And every time I do it, I do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the hood