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Young Stunna lyrics - Welkom To Da Hood

Nigga Freestyle

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niggaz in ma hood know how i get down wen i pump dem mothafuckaz wit 8 round if u still live nigga jus olay dead cause the next shot u get is fo yo head. ma nigga lil d knows i don play wit nigga i went to da hood it became ma vigga wen i stop da flow all da bones drop cause wwen i pop u gon ma glock i got gun you ain't neva heard of boy 50 taught u about his soldriers boy (dj bones) god damn

Gimme Sum

JUICY J "Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album"
[Chorus x8] Gimme sum, Gimme sum Head in here you selfish pig [La Chat] I'm creepin up through the cut I got the mask upon my face I hope no one's in sight A robbery is about to take place La Chat, I'm out here scopin Lookin for victims with that cheese Whatever to make that paper, drop it off so I can hit A bitch that's on a come up, thinkin of a ways to make a stang A nigga that's riding twenties, bumpin out the frame Move, that's my mane, I take the mask off my face I'm finna pass this fool, I know he's gonna try to holler Cause that's just what niggas do Then bam I got him, get in the car we goin to the tel We get into the room he stuntin, counting all his money, yea he bail This nigga don't know what's goin down, I'm finna go and get him He need to drop it off with no hesitation, or I'm gonna kill him Lay down on the bed we bump-n-grind, with nothin but sex in mind I turn him over, get on top and surprise him with my nine I ain't ask no questions, didn't say shit Pull the trigger straight in the head, got away with his cheese A smooth get away, he's naked dead in bed, yea [Chorus x8] [Frayser Boy] Now when I'm comin through I'm kickin doors off the hinges Please believe it, best to leave it so won't be no incidents If you wanna like a sauna nigga I'm bringin that heat Don't you jump us, sawed pump will sweep your ass off your feet Lay on the fuckin ground, and don't you make a sound Or you gonna suffer till your muthafuckin body found Nigga this shit is real, you oughta know the deal Don't play with me cocksucka, with this pump up in your grill So give me cooperation, and meet all my demands With no hesitation, put that money up in my hand Don't be flossin, bullets tossin when I see your diamond shinin Catch your ass up in the cut, didn't know that I was behind it I'm makin examples up out of you niggas Who thinkin a nigga is playin wit ya I'm buckin you suckas, I'm bringin da ruckus I am a muthafuckin damager, don't make no swift moves Cause you gonna lose, I give nigga blues with hard head So don't you fuck up, and get your ass stuck And be somewhere up in a ditch, found dead ya bitch [Chorus x8]

Reloaded (Let It Go, Pt. 2)

ASAP FERG "Ferg Forever"
[Hook - M.I.A.:] Kill a motherfucka with the AK, what it's for [?] on the board [?] kill em when we forced to let it go Bodies in the gutter, M.I.A. gon let it go Unh, I'ma let it go Watch a nigga drop slow Bodies flying everywhere I grew up when niggas got put in walls This ain't The Wire with Omar No HBO where the show go up Go Google “Preacher”, then holla at your boy No job applyin' Just pa-lyin Hunt niggas down like Private Ryan Shit mighta got hit playing in the street Look out the window, he dead in the street Dead, casualties in Harlem Draw guns like galleries in Harlem No life, they'd rather be in coffin The right is wrong, what the OGs taught em Get down! That's what the police taught em Come with the van, they scooping all em Little hooligan with the Smith on him Old lady upstairs was snitching on him [Hook] [Crystal Caines:] I'm from Harlem, where where it’s eat or be eaten, and either you're doing or die Put the metal on your spine Transforming these niggas just like a young Optimus Prime Heh, I'm in my prime Can't see what the [?] been grinding all of my life No time to recline This a jungle bodies found in the gutter submit to you rhymes And you [?] It's Trilligan You know we don't play with rap And you know not to play with that My [?] My pockets a [?] because I'm working hoes Unlock and unload and reload, now his whole body get froze Let it go Let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go Let it go Turn away and slam the door I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me [Hook] Unh, I'ma let it go Watch a nigga drop slow Bodies flying everywhere

Chicago

MICK JENKINS
So, I figure I should tell you a little bit about myself Since you don't really know, anything, about much at all, that's what I'll do Gather round children I grew up round them white kids first, Paranoid like a crack head A blemish in they world, yea, I was just a black head Proactive, they put me with them smarter kids, I didn't care I was just mad that I was the darkest kid with thick hair And they stared, like I was not suppose to be in there I grew up, mama living like Kadeisha and miss Sinclair That's single, she didn't like to mingle with her kids there And when they tried to woo we brought the Whoo! like Rick Flair No chin hair, what was I eleven nigga? And that's when you decided that yo kids would come second nigga? Just barely walking and you still just kept it stepping nigga? Now that's some sick shit, what is you a leper nigga? See that's the type of shit that make not respect a nigga Just know the debt you owe is looking real hefty nigga Nah, I ain't mad, I just said that for the record nigga Nah, I ain't mad I just said that for the record nigga But I digress and reminisce on days after he left us When honey buns and flaming hots was healthy breakfast When micros and kinky twists gave hell to edges And them girls in your class started wearing heels and wedges, ahhhh Sounds good don't it? I know somebody out there like "it sound hood homie" But the hood was all we had, and we made good from it Especially them D-boys, I know they made good money Made good dummies, start selling that wet work Cause we see them stacking paper like cubical desk work They see through like wet shirts They grandmamma chest hurt Her heartbroken, cause the streets done got up in 'em They rocked the uniform: white tee, 5 pocket denim Nikes, no clocking in But they working that nine to five High key they don't know better, buy trees And go and choke like rabbit first time at the shelter, I see A people stuck in they ways, no it's not just a phase They see a future in tomorrow, they are stuck in a daze And I am fucking amazed At how these wack niggas spit the way they Dunkin is glazed See that's sweet nigga But I got it hot and ready for the street nigga Your soul starving, so I prepared you a feast nigga So get them headphones to your ears, and eat nigga I'm vegetarian, but it is full of meat nigga I'm trying to take it cross country, track meet nigga Then hit the mall like I'm hitting athlete figures I actually figured, that I'd be harder than this I'm just warming up, but they say that I'm sautering this I think I'm fathering this, my seed come through the pen I'm trying to bust in another life I ain't fucking no bitch And I can't fuck with no snitch Keep my name out your fucking mouth Unless you talking bout me, or sucking this dick, aww I try to let this beat fade like newly washed denim But got on my Scrappy Doo, just "let me back at 'em " I'm trying to know this game, just (uh), let me back catch 'em Just let me direct 'em, like traffic lights And I'm a take 'em higher, much higher than your average flight And give 'em mouthfuls much bigger than your biggest bite And show 'em how I'm much flyer than your average kite And now they grabbing tight But I'm just picking them off me Writing these death certificates, Killing them softly

A Million And 1 Questions (Extended)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Jay-Z:] I did it again niggaz Fucked up, right ha, I know I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself He gonna ever fall off No... ...lot of speculation on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed How is he for real Is that nigga really paid Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech What's the position you hold Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O For the millionth time askin me Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me then get upset when I catch feelings Can I get a minute to breathe And in that minute you leave While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve Uggh, nice watch, do you really have a spot Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know BLAOW! uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do What uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do '98 Primo remix and ain't nothing different I don't kow what the hell niggas been snifin' Jiggas still dippin Chrome on the whips and 4 days out the week find me in the kitchen Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue Popie gave me one pie, but it cook like two I'm a crook like you, Cats around my way was buyin brand new whips and shit, what could I do Know when I'm supposed to style, I'm the huster's poster child, Rock lizards and crock-a-dile Live ironic and what-not Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot Now you see me on them stages Rocks in the air lookin' like Blue Lasers, Never fool gazers Act couragous, I smack 'em wit da two aces Mack double one, nigga I'm troublesome All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and thum It's the Rock-A-Fella click, What's Fucked up wit' thum Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. BLAOW!!! uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do Come on.... [Radio Announcer:] Sounds so beautiful, Don't you agree ladies and gentlemen [Music Changes] [Jay-Z:] HA! Well they call me Jay-hovah cause the flow is religious Ever since I was 16 I been holding digits I'm seeing this industry clearer As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror I slow flows all to death, So ya'll ho's know whos best, Jigga!! The flow be ipendito, for the mama's I hable espanol nikito O-et-te I got timing like a subway, now holla back ba-by Uh-huh-huh Jay-Z, you motha fuckin right in the darkest nights let off my gun for light To guide ya'll through, show you how it's done I'm the question and the answer like Iverson Jets be private ones, no gate to lift So when I take flight it's from Hanger 6 Bang wit this, Wake up wit one in your brain and the cocaine flows straight, numbin your pain This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane So I can come through doin a hundred and change I put one in your frame picture that, Who's runnin the game Let's get to that I guess we one in the same, A Million and One Once Again Novacane flow, ho you ain't know Like a balla in an Impalla Jigga remain Low Then I pop up and tear your block up and kick off like soccer In a range rove twist ho's like ankles, Till the next time Poppa I hit ya'll with a million more

Hennesey And Hydro (Feat Three 6 Mafia)

I-20 "Self Explanatory"
[Chorus] - repeat 2X Got a nigga gone got a got a nigga Got a got a nigga gone Off that Hennesey and Hydro [Verse 1: I-20] I'm droed out dead drunk and evenoff them Ex pills My foots alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills Icall Paul hit up Juice and now we on that Jazzy T I got my heat in case they creep cuz that's just how these niggaz be I'm slow motion slow ridin lookin some slow head You know 2-0 i'm eastside what i rep until i'm dead 7 deuce Catalina all chrome and candy paint And got my nerve to ask myself i wonder why these niggaz at I'm so street i love the beef aint noway i'm endin it So just in case it last long i bought me an extended clip Three 6 my other click and DTP is who i love I'm always hollerin bout that Dec cuz I'm in love wit where I'm from So eastside throw it up rep ya side and let'em know Got plenty shells that I can give and aint afraid to let'em go Hennesey and Hydro got a nigga gone dog My muthafuckin lifestyle is more than just a song dog [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I put the peddle to the medal then stop Point it out the window boy a big ol plastic glock Bullets richochetin man flyin through they car doe Stoppin in they bodiesand explodin cuz they hollows Ballin off doin about a dollar and i got ghost They was in a Regal I was in a Monte Carlo Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it [Verse 3: Juicy J] Playa pass me the green i'mma smoke it like a fiend And I'm bout to pour some purple syrup and sip up on some lean But its cool if you niggaz wanna take the weed and roooooll it If you wanna buy the syrup and then poooour it Don't be stingy wit the shit because I'm soooo legit Ain't the type to take the weed and then hoooold it Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit [Chorus] - 2X

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