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letra de my hood - capone-n-noreaga

capone-n-noreaga:
hook
[noreaga] my hood, my hood
[capone] from iraq to kuwait, hood n—-s know we get down, and clap n—-s face
[noreaga] my hood, my hood
[capone] we don’t care what you talk about, n—- keep talkin’ ’till we motherf-cking chalk him out
[noreaga] my hood, my hood
[capone] from the rats to the snakes, n—-s hustle just to eat food and scr-p for the papes
[noreaga] my hood, my hood
[capone] my hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what n—-, it’s all good

capone-n-noreaga:
[noreaga] you see, years p-ssed, bandana’d up with a mask
[capone] and we fatigued out, ready hammered up in the gr-ss
[noreaga] uh huh, i had to pull it out, click click, pull it out
[capone] nah, let me hit ‘m son, i’m bout squeeze the bullet out
[noreaga] yeah, yeah, there he go, pop pop, there he go
we gon’ creep on him though, let the calico go
[capone] anybody move, go, we play it by the rules though
no women, no children, it’s over before this fool [?]
[noreaga] yeah, we by the building, b
he’s playin’ where the children be
[capone] my hood, we run upon you, put you out your misery
break down, get rid of artillery, you feelin’ me?
[noreaga] my hood is like scripts from the wire
and keep sh-t burning like the california fires
keep a tight grip like a good pair of pliers
[capone] yeah, in my hood, they p-ss out wanted posters like flyers
when [?] lou died n—-s started wild riots

capone-n-noreaga:
[noreaga] son i, miss the pub, i miss all the beef
i miss the hill and ball in the reese
[capone] i miss the ave, especially when it’s prime time
lost batallion and crissy’s on the nine-nine
[noreaga] yeah, i miss the shorties in the summertime thongs
and chicken wings, there’s nothin’ like wong’s
[capone] i miss vinnie’s, the [?] in black panties
jamaican spot, eatin’ oxtail with henny, yeah
[noreaga] i miss riverpark, i miss 21 street
hittin’ up the arab spot when i’m thisty
[capone] yeah, i miss the continental room in the wing
i miss the back, ballin’ doing my thing
[noreaga] i miss queens plaza, miss the q-train
experience cap service and new ‘caine
[capone] i miss w-lly, i miss calling national
queens center mall and the hoes that i was rappin’ to

uncle murda & maino:
[uncle murda] we the definition of a gangsta, thug and street n—-
[maino] ride, i don’t talk to the police, n—-
[uncle murda] young entepreneurs, for real, no pretending
[maino] make a movie ’bout our lives, ain’t no snitching at the ending
introducing, the brooklyn shooters
[uncle murda] hit his face with the mac
[maino] his his chest with the ruger
[uncle murda & maino] it’s maino, murda and c-n-n
before it’s over, we gon’ make cnn
[uncle murda] no love
[maino] fire every round ’till it’s no slugs
[uncle murda] two thugs
[maino] and four black bl–dy gloves
[uncle murda] even the police know we f-ckin’ cold d’s, for maino
[maino] for murda
[uncle murda] i k!ll a n—- for free

tha dogg pound:
[daz dillinger] let me tell you ’bout the hood me and my n—- come from
[kurupt] yeah, hollowheads, clippin’ and chippin’, pop ’em and get spun
what the f-ck you really want, it’s dpg
[daz dillinger] ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with me (hey!)
you know i serve ‘m with the uzi, take ‘m back to them [?] days
[kurupt] when n—-s got popped and fools spots get shot if you run away
[daz dillinger] boo-yah, boo-yah, now it’s all over
hood sh-t, n—-, mixed with la cosa nostra
[kurupt] yeah motherf-cker, locked and loaded, the k was in [?]
drive-by’s was creating spitters of the year
my hood, n—- dogg pound gangstaville
[daz dillinger] my hood, n—-, dogg pound gangsters will
smash on anybody, og’s and busters
peel ya cap on y’all, b-tch motherf-ckers
cross ya name out, ebk
[kurupt] anybody k!ll a young john gotti n—-
coming in the body, n—-s

the clipse:
[malice] r-e u-p g-a-n-g
[malice] yeah i talk it caused i live it, i ain’t story tellin’
read between the lines n—-, i ain’t good at spellin’
[pusha t] writing’s on the wall, got the whole city buyin’ vowels
turn them o’s over for my fortune band of white style
[malice] pile on the money, where i’m from n—-s take your child for the money
beat the trial like it’s funny
[pusha t] sunny day, never missed my face, the roof’s erased
amg, will know chrome, the shoes is laced
[malice] we the crown holders like big in the coogie
uzi in the waist, don’t mistake it for bougie
[pusha t] prove me wrong, we’re the pastor and the psalm
stay k!lling imaginary n—-s in your songs
[malice] you don’t want qualms, all my n—-s calm
gorillas in the mist, beat our chest with our fist
[pusha t] what we squeeze and what we plead is the fifth
take everything i learned from the hood as a gift

- capone n noreaga

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