Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Hood, artist - T.I.. Album song The L.I.B.R.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Grand hustle
Song language: English
On The Hood |
I came in the game, puttin' in boss as a check |
Got a problem with it? |
Good luck with that |
Okay, I earned my stripes, I’m tried and true |
If you hangin' with an opp nigga, and fuck you too |
That’s on the hood |
Nigga, that’s on the hood |
Okay, still get paid off rap, you see |
Did my deal like Master P |
Ayy, listen, all my gas be vacuum-sealed |
Killin' this shit dead, no casualty |
Okay, built my empire gradually |
Used to keep white like ashy knees |
And in comparison, you better do it carefully |
Could still mention any name, just after me |
Will never trade who I am to be whatever you are |
We gon' get some understandin' before I go on your jaw |
Ain’t gotta have to know about you, already knowin' your flaws |
You get in front of police and tell 'em whatever you saw |
One thing about it, big wheel gon' keep on rollin' |
Until the forward motion, regret, had when they bring out your bid |
That when the pressure get applied, nigga, die for respect |
Your ego big as a giant, you tryna keep 'em in check |
Good luck with that |
I came in the game, puttin' in boss as a check |
Got a problem with it? |
Good luck with that |
Okay, I earned my stripes, I’m tried and true |
If you hangin' with an opp nigga, and fuck you too |
That’s on the hood |
Nigga, that’s on the hood |
, I was changin' a nigga lyrics, guess I’m finally famous |
Five hundred K in jewelry, bitch, I finally made it |
Still swappin' out the twenties, right on Section Davies |
Quarter million cash stashed, bro, them shit got raided |
Still yellin' «Free my neighbors,"enough for us to leave the nation |
Fuck it up, we need to save it, back to hustle, I need the paper |
Hit me up, you need a favor |
I can still get that truck load |
Young dog been betrayed, it’s hard to trust hoes |
I might swap it out with TIP, go throw my buffs on |
Lock in with the custo', top-ten for a month-long |
Drop 'em for a run-, still cop 'em with the backend |
Ayy, we could nuke two hundred, I might need to grab tens |
I came in the game, puttin' in boss as a check |
Got a problem with it? |
Good luck with that |
Okay, I earned my stripes, I’m tried and true |
If you hangin' with an opp nigga, and fuck you too |
That’s on the hood |
Nigga, that’s on the hood |
Gang land, hell gang Mozzy |
One on top, nigga |
Ayy, I don’t fuck with suckers and niggas that do |
My brother fuck with suckers, word to mother, he gettin' it too |
Share your location when you postin', I’m sendin' 'em through |
Talk about them corners, you be posted, we been in them too |
Whoever ain’t no child of these trenches is just a recruit |
Blew them out the trap, niggas stupid, these bitches ain’t bool |
Hang with him, get hung with him, fuck niggas, no love for 'em |
I just bought a new drum for him, I ain’t bringin' up what I done for 'em |
You ain’t G enough to come plug something, nigga, shut up (Shut up) |
I remain calm under pressure, when niggas was one up (On God) |
We get to up on 'em, niggas up somethin' when you run up |
Ayy, I got a phone call 'bout six-five and I hung up |
Why do your name keep bein' brung up? |
Paperwork bein' dug up? |
You ever told on one of your brothers, you niggas is suckers |
Said, why do your name keep bein' brung up? |
Paperwork bein' dug up? |
You ever told on one of your brothers, you niggas is suckers |
I came in the game, puttin' in boss as a check |
Got a problem with it? |
Good luck with that |
Okay, I earned my stripes, I’m tried and true |
If you hangin' with an opp nigga, and fuck you too |
That’s on the hood |
Oh shit, I used to sell dope and get money |
You know I told you, nigga, shit, I mean my titty and blew my nipple off |
Nigga, that’s on the hood |
You need two nipples to balance |
Bitch mind your business, my equilibrity is off |