Can't get the hood to turn on me, I'm who turned up the hood I hopped out geek, no gloves, Burnt the skin off my thumb He from that Draco wood Me and Real was sayin' we need to link the hoods for good And we did, bop a slit with spit, it's still cool as *** He bust pipes, blind with no sights, it's unfair if he could see I bought in them fullies, a quick five-second shootout Been bout riches, me and Dre had went out west and grabbed a bro house I been quick keepin' store of them lil' boys but it's a blowout If I get the feelin' meh, stay cold but they ain't born out Stash a nine in my a**, I shoot a pole, bout where it go down Ain't no way I never go out, let's my pole out like I pole vault And my lil' bro so anxious, spanked out of love like he all down It's me and Baby, broad day through the A300 Blackout, hope he no cop, we too close, I'ma let this whole 60 clip go out Yeah, but that's just how it is, where you from, where I'm from Could be on my own, murder one, young and still, told this g***** you in the streets before, ain't scared to see when street g***** get done My momma shot up my poppa, me and the cop when I was young No thuggin' in my blood, been the one in my blood Get that money in my blood, f**k it, I'll have it come I'ma make somethin' out of nothin' like that run in my blood Still make mankind like we livin' from the hood You take out your man, hit a re-pass, you get a boner for it That g***** was sweet, he took a nap, he in a coma for it And she ain't f***** with him, cause I ain't let her put me in a rim That g***** look like a crime, nobody f***** with him, he ain't even rubbed down the tip You the type gon' take the dip, I'm the type gon' play the set Like I'm from the bricks, so yeah, you'll see a athlete make a set Pull your hood up, growin' up, I ain't seen a f***** who I could play I don't need no price tag, no tricks, do I paint double set Cause your hood way bigger than life, I'm treatin' a Harley woman like Yeah, your bro told, get rid of the mics The bro done spiked me a** on set Had ten red dogs in the park, thirty punks, I feel like Jock Yeah, but that's just how it is, where you from, where I'm from Could be on my own, murder one, young and still, told this g***** Knew in the streets before, I'm scared to see what street g***** get done My momma shot in my pop and me in the car when I was young No thuggin' in my blood, been the one in my blood Get that money in my blood, f***** I ever done I'ma make somethin' out of nothin', what the f***** done to my blood Still made man kind like he was livin' in front of hood, hood