Welcome 2 My Hood
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Crack rock n' shit
Spook gettin' right, ay nigga
Chase a motherfuckin' faggot motherfucker
Hop outside and talk with me, lil niggas, man
We come from the motherfuckin South side nigga, S.I
Yeah
Ha, ha, ha, get your motherfuckin' guns out, nigga
You felt it here first
Y'all niggas already fuckin' know, nigga, shit
Ice dot fuckin' H-2-O
No doubt, lyrical workout, physical fitness
If niggas take it personal then that's your business
Niggas prose is easy, please believe me
The boys flows are steezy, yall can't see me
Ayo, who you think you fuckin' with?
You could suck a dick
Straight up on some other shit
And use yo mother lips
Smack up on some other shit
Mister chameleon
Competition gettin' nervous
Bitch, they worthless
Niggas talk about pistols like they the only niggas that got one
'Til they get popped wit' a shotgun
Merk off and ain't nobody shatterin' the word
Thought it was a game, brains all splattered on the curb
Fuck is the matter with you birds, you buggin'
Yo lil' cousin, cover your ears, these fuckers be cussin'
When I say birds, I mean niggas not bitches
'Cause half these niggas was doves before they was chickens
Don't get it twisted
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
Frontin', they might blast you
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
And they easily demote, nigga
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
You already know where I was raised
S.I. cradle to the grave
Shit, we'll gun it out and take it to the stage
Cops'll have to place me in a cage
These fake ass thugs'll be the ones to call the cops 'cause they afraid
I break though the wall with a weapon tonight
We'll make him eat through a straw for the rest of his life
You from the hood, but you ain't reppin' it right
You ain't ready to shoot, and when it pops you ain't ready to fight
These Gs not your regular type
Try to study my style I flow past all y'all by hundreds of miles
Go head and hate, try dumpin' your pound
I make a space for you under the crown
I'm from the street first
Make you eat dirt
Strung where the D's lurk
Gotta stash drugs 'til the cops give a mean search
A place where shit's never really good
Let me welcome all of y'all to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
Frontin', they might blast you
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
And they easily demote, nigga
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Little Somalian dunns, born strapped to the feet beat
Catch me in Belize eatin' green oranges
Black African models we out in Dubai with
Heavy jewelry, gold Escalade lookin' too fly
Shoot a nigga right in his mouth
Front of the clique, you gettin licked down
Then I'm hittin' the south
Word to my mother, my grandmothers, uncles and aunts
We got some hidden agendas up in the Bronx
I run with 700 Brooklyn niggas
'Bout a thousand islanders
Crew cut niggas rockin' New Balances
Who pull up, see nothin' but silencers
This shit ain't a game
I wave a finger then you run out of mileage, yo
So many flyin' spurs shoot through your town
Black down, lookin' for reefer
Might buy a pound
Or I might set to challenge your style
Open 'em up and eat 'em like fresh pussy
You know I gets down
Spook gettin' right, ay nigga
Chase a motherfuckin' faggot motherfucker
Hop outside and talk with me, lil niggas, man
We come from the motherfuckin South side nigga, S.I
Yeah
Ha, ha, ha, get your motherfuckin' guns out, nigga
You felt it here first
Y'all niggas already fuckin' know, nigga, shit
Ice dot fuckin' H-2-O
No doubt, lyrical workout, physical fitness
If niggas take it personal then that's your business
Niggas prose is easy, please believe me
The boys flows are steezy, yall can't see me
Ayo, who you think you fuckin' with?
You could suck a dick
Straight up on some other shit
And use yo mother lips
Smack up on some other shit
Mister chameleon
Competition gettin' nervous
Bitch, they worthless
Niggas talk about pistols like they the only niggas that got one
'Til they get popped wit' a shotgun
Merk off and ain't nobody shatterin' the word
Thought it was a game, brains all splattered on the curb
Fuck is the matter with you birds, you buggin'
Yo lil' cousin, cover your ears, these fuckers be cussin'
When I say birds, I mean niggas not bitches
'Cause half these niggas was doves before they was chickens
Don't get it twisted
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
Frontin', they might blast you
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
And they easily demote, nigga
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
You already know where I was raised
S.I. cradle to the grave
Shit, we'll gun it out and take it to the stage
Cops'll have to place me in a cage
These fake ass thugs'll be the ones to call the cops 'cause they afraid
I break though the wall with a weapon tonight
We'll make him eat through a straw for the rest of his life
You from the hood, but you ain't reppin' it right
You ain't ready to shoot, and when it pops you ain't ready to fight
These Gs not your regular type
Try to study my style I flow past all y'all by hundreds of miles
Go head and hate, try dumpin' your pound
I make a space for you under the crown
I'm from the street first
Make you eat dirt
Strung where the D's lurk
Gotta stash drugs 'til the cops give a mean search
A place where shit's never really good
Let me welcome all of y'all to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
Frontin', they might blast you
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
And they easily demote, nigga
Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
Little Somalian dunns, born strapped to the feet beat
Catch me in Belize eatin' green oranges
Black African models we out in Dubai with
Heavy jewelry, gold Escalade lookin' too fly
Shoot a nigga right in his mouth
Front of the clique, you gettin licked down
Then I'm hittin' the south
Word to my mother, my grandmothers, uncles and aunts
We got some hidden agendas up in the Bronx
I run with 700 Brooklyn niggas
'Bout a thousand islanders
Crew cut niggas rockin' New Balances
Who pull up, see nothin' but silencers
This shit ain't a game
I wave a finger then you run out of mileage, yo
So many flyin' spurs shoot through your town
Black down, lookin' for reefer
Might buy a pound
Or I might set to challenge your style
Open 'em up and eat 'em like fresh pussy
You know I gets down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.32] Crack rock n' shit
[00:02.80] Spook gettin' right, ay nigga
[00:04.79] Chase a motherfuckin' faggot motherfucker
[00:07.65] Hop outside and talk with me, lil niggas, man
[00:09.05] We come from the motherfuckin South side nigga, S.I
[00:11.70] Yeah
[00:12.60] Ha, ha, ha, get your motherfuckin' guns out, nigga
[00:15.92] You felt it here first
[00:17.44] Y'all niggas already fuckin' know, nigga, shit
[00:20.14] Ice dot fuckin' H-2-O
[00:21.85]
[00:22.01] No doubt, lyrical workout, physical fitness
[00:24.79] If niggas take it personal then that's your business
[00:27.38] Niggas prose is easy, please believe me
[00:29.94] The boys flows are steezy, yall can't see me
[00:32.56]
[00:32.72] Ayo, who you think you fuckin' with?
[00:34.15] You could suck a dick
[00:35.39] Straight up on some other shit
[00:36.75] And use yo mother lips
[00:37.96] Smack up on some other shit
[00:39.21] Mister chameleon
[00:40.46] Competition gettin' nervous
[00:42.01] Bitch, they worthless
[00:42.64] Niggas talk about pistols like they the only niggas that got one
[00:46.20] 'Til they get popped wit' a shotgun
[00:48.11] Merk off and ain't nobody shatterin' the word
[00:50.62] Thought it was a game, brains all splattered on the curb
[00:53.31]
[00:53.51] Fuck is the matter with you birds, you buggin'
[00:55.47] Yo lil' cousin, cover your ears, these fuckers be cussin'
[00:58.19] When I say birds, I mean niggas not bitches
[01:00.08] 'Cause half these niggas was doves before they was chickens
[01:02.37] Don't get it twisted
[01:03.34]
[01:03.49] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
[01:06.22] Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
[01:08.65] Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
[01:11.24] Frontin', they might blast you
[01:12.66] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[01:13.64] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
[01:16.20] They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
[01:18.86] But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
[01:21.42] And they easily demote, nigga
[01:23.16] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[01:23.83]
[01:24.07] You already know where I was raised
[01:25.80] S.I. cradle to the grave
[01:27.22] Shit, we'll gun it out and take it to the stage
[01:29.16] Cops'll have to place me in a cage
[01:31.35] These fake ass thugs'll be the ones to call the cops 'cause they afraid
[01:34.36] I break though the wall with a weapon tonight
[01:36.82] We'll make him eat through a straw for the rest of his life
[01:39.40] You from the hood, but you ain't reppin' it right
[01:41.36] You ain't ready to shoot, and when it pops you ain't ready to fight
[01:44.61] These Gs not your regular type
[01:46.42] Try to study my style I flow past all y'all by hundreds of miles
[01:50.33] Go head and hate, try dumpin' your pound
[01:52.41] I make a space for you under the crown
[01:54.22] I'm from the street first
[01:55.48] Make you eat dirt
[01:56.61] Strung where the D's lurk
[01:57.90] Gotta stash drugs 'til the cops give a mean search
[02:00.62] A place where shit's never really good
[02:02.83] Let me welcome all of y'all to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:05.14]
[02:05.27] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
[02:08.11] Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
[02:10.69] Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
[02:13.26] Frontin', they might blast you
[02:14.56] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:15.57] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
[02:18.14] They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
[02:20.77] But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
[02:23.32] And they easily demote, nigga
[02:25.13] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:26.31]
[02:26.57] Little Somalian dunns, born strapped to the feet beat
[02:29.53] Catch me in Belize eatin' green oranges
[02:31.62] Black African models we out in Dubai with
[02:34.14] Heavy jewelry, gold Escalade lookin' too fly
[02:36.52] Shoot a nigga right in his mouth
[02:38.23] Front of the clique, you gettin licked down
[02:39.99] Then I'm hittin' the south
[02:41.35] Word to my mother, my grandmothers, uncles and aunts
[02:43.88] We got some hidden agendas up in the Bronx
[02:46.62] I run with 700 Brooklyn niggas
[02:48.43] 'Bout a thousand islanders
[02:49.74] Crew cut niggas rockin' New Balances
[02:51.72] Who pull up, see nothin' but silencers
[02:53.85] This shit ain't a game
[02:54.85] I wave a finger then you run out of mileage, yo
[02:57.23] So many flyin' spurs shoot through your town
[02:59.42] Black down, lookin' for reefer
[03:01.17] Might buy a pound
[03:02.12] Or I might set to challenge your style
[03:03.93] Open 'em up and eat 'em like fresh pussy
[03:06.21] You know I gets down
[03:07.30]
[00:02.80] Spook gettin' right, ay nigga
[00:04.79] Chase a motherfuckin' faggot motherfucker
[00:07.65] Hop outside and talk with me, lil niggas, man
[00:09.05] We come from the motherfuckin South side nigga, S.I
[00:11.70] Yeah
[00:12.60] Ha, ha, ha, get your motherfuckin' guns out, nigga
[00:15.92] You felt it here first
[00:17.44] Y'all niggas already fuckin' know, nigga, shit
[00:20.14] Ice dot fuckin' H-2-O
[00:21.85]
[00:22.01] No doubt, lyrical workout, physical fitness
[00:24.79] If niggas take it personal then that's your business
[00:27.38] Niggas prose is easy, please believe me
[00:29.94] The boys flows are steezy, yall can't see me
[00:32.56]
[00:32.72] Ayo, who you think you fuckin' with?
[00:34.15] You could suck a dick
[00:35.39] Straight up on some other shit
[00:36.75] And use yo mother lips
[00:37.96] Smack up on some other shit
[00:39.21] Mister chameleon
[00:40.46] Competition gettin' nervous
[00:42.01] Bitch, they worthless
[00:42.64] Niggas talk about pistols like they the only niggas that got one
[00:46.20] 'Til they get popped wit' a shotgun
[00:48.11] Merk off and ain't nobody shatterin' the word
[00:50.62] Thought it was a game, brains all splattered on the curb
[00:53.31]
[00:53.51] Fuck is the matter with you birds, you buggin'
[00:55.47] Yo lil' cousin, cover your ears, these fuckers be cussin'
[00:58.19] When I say birds, I mean niggas not bitches
[01:00.08] 'Cause half these niggas was doves before they was chickens
[01:02.37] Don't get it twisted
[01:03.34]
[01:03.49] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
[01:06.22] Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
[01:08.65] Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
[01:11.24] Frontin', they might blast you
[01:12.66] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[01:13.64] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
[01:16.20] They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
[01:18.86] But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
[01:21.42] And they easily demote, nigga
[01:23.16] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[01:23.83]
[01:24.07] You already know where I was raised
[01:25.80] S.I. cradle to the grave
[01:27.22] Shit, we'll gun it out and take it to the stage
[01:29.16] Cops'll have to place me in a cage
[01:31.35] These fake ass thugs'll be the ones to call the cops 'cause they afraid
[01:34.36] I break though the wall with a weapon tonight
[01:36.82] We'll make him eat through a straw for the rest of his life
[01:39.40] You from the hood, but you ain't reppin' it right
[01:41.36] You ain't ready to shoot, and when it pops you ain't ready to fight
[01:44.61] These Gs not your regular type
[01:46.42] Try to study my style I flow past all y'all by hundreds of miles
[01:50.33] Go head and hate, try dumpin' your pound
[01:52.41] I make a space for you under the crown
[01:54.22] I'm from the street first
[01:55.48] Make you eat dirt
[01:56.61] Strung where the D's lurk
[01:57.90] Gotta stash drugs 'til the cops give a mean search
[02:00.62] A place where shit's never really good
[02:02.83] Let me welcome all of y'all to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:05.14]
[02:05.27] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you
[02:08.11] Fiends might attack you, cops'll harass you
[02:10.69] Identify yourself cause them killas'll ask you
[02:13.26] Frontin', they might blast you
[02:14.56] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:15.57] Ayo, welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke
[02:18.14] They got 20s of oregano and dimes of soap
[02:20.77] But at any time you could get a gun at your throat
[02:23.32] And they easily demote, nigga
[02:25.13] Welcome to my motherfuckin' hood
[02:26.31]
[02:26.57] Little Somalian dunns, born strapped to the feet beat
[02:29.53] Catch me in Belize eatin' green oranges
[02:31.62] Black African models we out in Dubai with
[02:34.14] Heavy jewelry, gold Escalade lookin' too fly
[02:36.52] Shoot a nigga right in his mouth
[02:38.23] Front of the clique, you gettin licked down
[02:39.99] Then I'm hittin' the south
[02:41.35] Word to my mother, my grandmothers, uncles and aunts
[02:43.88] We got some hidden agendas up in the Bronx
[02:46.62] I run with 700 Brooklyn niggas
[02:48.43] 'Bout a thousand islanders
[02:49.74] Crew cut niggas rockin' New Balances
[02:51.72] Who pull up, see nothin' but silencers
[02:53.85] This shit ain't a game
[02:54.85] I wave a finger then you run out of mileage, yo
[02:57.23] So many flyin' spurs shoot through your town
[02:59.42] Black down, lookin' for reefer
[03:01.17] Might buy a pound
[03:02.12] Or I might set to challenge your style
[03:03.93] Open 'em up and eat 'em like fresh pussy
[03:06.21] You know I gets down
[03:07.30]