| My neighborhood’s full of drama
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| Killas and thugs
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| Everybody representin
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| By throwin em up
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| With a quick hi hello
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| Or a beat down baby
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| Even cops knows the bloccs
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| That it’s all time crazy
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| It’s alright
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| Cuz it’s home sweet hood
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| Even though half of us
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| Is up to no good
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| You gotta love it
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| When your born and raised
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| In a place
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| Full of problems
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| That you gotta face
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| I’m a native in the city
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| Of these detroit streets
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| Wit a warrior mentality
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| That wont at ease
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| Tommy hawk in one hand,
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| Blunt in the otha
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| So I can get high and just swing at mutha fuccas
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| That’s how it is
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| I protect my shit
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| On my front porch
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| Servin up free fat lips
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| So come and see me
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| If you down to hang
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| But when you visit
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| In the minute
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| You can’t be actin strange
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| For real
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| My neighborhood ain’t wat it’s all cracced up to be
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| So much drama
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| My neighborhood ain’t wat it’s all cracced up to be
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| So much drama
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| H DOUBLE O DCOV
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| In the double 7 0 is where ur findin me
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| Wit that front porch livin
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| Got the lawn chair high
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| Don’t mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try
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| This is the reason to die
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| We straight country folk bangin
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| Them dirt road bangin
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| Country folk slangin
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| Got that hard
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| That soft
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| That prescription for your mental
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| My neighborhood homies got them backroads credentials
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| Fo do chevys one on bloccs otha one pumped up
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| Bad ass kids leavin grown folks punked out
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| Trailer park cookin
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| Servin up that ass
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| City cars always swervin when them hoes walk past
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| Cuz them corn bread booties got em hypnotized
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| Spendin college tuition
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| Just to grip them thighs
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| My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away
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| But this is where I stay
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| Red Clay, GA
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| My neighborhood
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| Is on locc cuz we like it that way
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| My neighborhood
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| Is a place where the gangstas play
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| My neighborhood
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| Can see right through if you don’t belong
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| My neighborhood
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| Can defeat allt he weak and build up the strong
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| My neighborhood
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| Is on some shit like you ain’t neva seen
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| My neighborhood
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| Red dirt roads sportin thugs and theives
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| My neighborhood
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| Country fuccin mouths ain’t neva heard of no blocc
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| My neighborhood
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| Is so far out don’t bother callin no cops |