MY HOOD

You do what you do where you live. I do what I do where I live. That's what makes you you, and that's the way it is. Uh Uh Uh... Where I'm from kids get it hectic Get arrested, get respected, piss infested, dyslexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girl, you fucked just for abortion money Honey, no day you play me off Flip, water nothing like Evian Type of shit my niggas get gravy on Money missing, might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got shit in these arms Have you relocate like Cape Recon Crazy don, crazy calm Girl fucking, put their ladies on, me ya'll go crazy on One chick told me give her a loan What, the only thing I leave you is alone Indeed you can bone, let me read you a poem Ma I'm no good for ya, it's the hood for ya My hood, hood, thugs what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing My hood, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing Now with the gangs out here, cats pass me flaggin Blue and red rags be braggin Look out ya'll, here's the patty wagon Cops are punks dialing with the plumb Niggas want to front, giv enm what they want Roll em up in a rug, dump the body in the trunk A whole heap load, kill slow like mosquitoes No we dead if I ever did doubt of em You want these streets, try to get out of them Gotta leave before they see Cam fold Where they don't speak English or Espanol No where I go they don't spit that rap Jing te wan tana, yeah like that Get my gat, click my clack Cam's killing it I write for niggas, am I a ventriloquist You feeling this, pump your crils to this Be careful Harlem World real in this My hood, hood, thugs what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing My hood, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing Cats wanna talk shit, I don't throw back trash at em I come through in a drop top, laugh at em Those girls behind me, about to throw a pass at em Hang with me stupid, now ma blast at em Cap foul when I'm walking by, like JFK Jr. you're talking fly I gave em a McCauley Caulkin line, Dolly Parton, no they all can buy And I don't run a crack spot, operation is a Jag drop rag mop Wanted to have lots of brick money, then I came through in a 6 yummy Your whole click sick tummy But be careful out in this game Buyers, suppliers, yo they wearing wires But come up in the world if I trill you fry Got head like this bitch here, girl to dive My hood, hood, thugs what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing My hood, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing My hood, hood, thugs what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing My hood, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing