letra de in my hood (gunshots) - b. kay (ma) & bay st. tee
[intro: faceless apollo & sample]
you own me money mother f-cker, you p-ssy (-gunshots-)
n-ggas screw they face up at me
on some real sh-t son they don’t want beef
i c-ck that, aim that sh-t out the window and spray
there ain’t a sh-ll left in my heat
you n-ggas better…
[hook: faceless apollo]
in my hood n-ggas got love for me
but i don’t go nowhere without my strap
in my hood a little ’dro, a little hennessy
and n-ggas just don’t know how to act
in my hood n-ggas is grimey
i stay on point, i roll with my gat
in my hood n-ggas might buck at me
so i keep something around to buck back
in my hood
[verse 1: bay st. tee]
pistol packin, never lackin
from the view, when sh-t gets active
run up on ya, take ya jacket
then i rock it, for the fashion
pass the monеy, in the mattress
all my whips are diffеrent classics
bayst.t b-tch, ya i’m back and
finna get this sh-t crackin
b-tch i’m from the streets
from the hood, where the sh-t ain’t sweet
gotta play for keeps, cause sh-t ain’t good
ridin’ wit my heat
make a murder scene
bl–dy jeans, my fist full of t–th
smoking heavy green
till be lookin chinese
b-tch i’m from the streets
from the hood, where the sh-t ain’t good
rob you for your good
cause i could, have you n-ggas shook
i got different n-ggas from the set and we be hittin juug
you better be coming with the vest because you in my hood
[hook: faceless apollo]
in my hood n-ggas got love for me
but i don’t go nowhere without my strap
in my hood a little ’dro, a little hennessy
and n-ggas just don’t know how to act
in my hood n-ggas is grimey
i stay on point, i roll with my gat
in my hood n-ggas might buck at me
so i keep something around to buck back
in my hood
[verse 2: b. kay]
knock a n-gga out of bounce
kick this n-gga outta town
sn-tch his cap off, we don’t rep dat
better back off
we finna blast off, up in the sky, yeah we that far
ahki be black all.. (nah u said it backwards n-gga)
i meant all black (d-mn)
here these n-ggas music, and they be all wack
nah i can’t f-ck wit no lame from the 413
prop guns, silly n-ggas waste my time showin me (the h-ll you showing me this for n-gga?)
might as well take a gunman soul
sn-tch his money, sn-tch his shorty, uh, hit road
acting funny, pop a clip in ya hoe
uh, i wish i never knew bro
[hook: faceless apollo]
in my hood n-ggas got love for me
but i don’t go nowhere without my strap
in my hood a little ’dro, a little hennessy
and n-ggas just don’t know how to act
in my hood n-ggas is grimey
i stay on point, i roll with my gat
in my hood n-ggas might buck at me
so i keep something around to buck back
in my hood
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