| Welcome to my hood
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| Everybody know everybody
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| And if I got it everybody got it
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| Welcome to my hood
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| Look at all these old school Chevy’s
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| 24's so you know we roll heavy
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| Welcome to my hood
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| They outside playing hopscotch
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| And every know this is the hot spot
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| Welcome to my hood
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| Them boys will put you down on your knees
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| (Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police
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| In my hood
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| Audemar on my wrist
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| Diamond, look like they glowing
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| 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
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| Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
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| Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
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| Lord forgive me for my sins
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| That’s my confessions if they put me in this Benz
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| I got possession of a federal offence
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| I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent
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| So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon' stunt
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| Like it ain’t no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga
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| Blow that bitch on a bottle
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| The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
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| Tell you «we the best forever» DJ Khaled handle that
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| I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Noriega
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| I’m talkin' Noriega, nigga, the real Noriega
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| If you ain’t from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
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| And tell congress when you see 'em bitch I’m stealin' cable
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| And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us
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| And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
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| Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
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| Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
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| Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
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| Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
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| I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores
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| We throw our money round here, but y’all can
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| Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad
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| And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class
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| I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
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| I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach
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| Back from hell, cell twenty three, tell the warden kiss my ass
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| Pockets on Monique
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| Bitch I’m from the murder capital
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| Hoe, I’m far from practical
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| Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to
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| Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot
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| I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
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| All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
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| Got it sewn up, check the thread count |