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letra de niggas from the hood ain't changed - juicy j

[verse 1: juicy j]
time for me to act like a psychopathic lunatic
some people don’t believe that i can get ignorant
ignorant is just a simple way of bein’ crazy
crazy make me wanna bust a cap in d-ck tracy
i see a n-gga high cappin’ like he big time
big time make me wanna go and get my tec-9
mine is the weapon i’ll be usin’ when i go broke
broke make me wanna wrap a n-gga, f-ck it, now you don’t
nope is for somethin’ that’ll keep on talkin’, climbin’ back
back to the track, but then crankin’ on on proper blast
blastin’ on a junkie, caught me ’cause i got ’em paranoid
paranoid is how i get when i see a blue boy
blue boys, blue boys, what you gonna do?
you about to split trick, n-gga, pistol pointed at your d-ck
[refrain: juicy j]
b-tch-ass n-ggas make me wanna act insane
what’s up, mane?
n-ggas in the hood ain’t changed

[chorus: michel’le]
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the way

[verse 2: juicy j]
i be what you call a crazy motherf-cker
f-ck a sucker up when i reach for my f-ckin’ glock
glock in my drawls, quick to cop a hollow point, uh
trip on a sucker, kind of smoke to sike ya
blink if you want and i’ll put you in a body can
pass me a sucker in the grave ’cause i’m in a daze
dazed ’cause i’m on ya, on ya, in my f-ckin’ memory
memory of scrooge mcduck, make me wanna stick ’em up
stick ’em up, raised up your hand and chop it off, son
son of a b-tch didn’t even not have sh-t

[refrain: juicy j]
sh-t like that make me wanna act insane
so what’s up, mane?
n-ggas in the hood ain’t changed
[verse 3: kingpin skinny pimp]
pull the trigger with a h-ll of a blast
blast is the lead in your motherf-ckin’ ass
k!lling motherf-ckers like a hobby or somethin’
somethin’ like a funeral every day for the bodies i’m dropping
watchin’ them n-ggas jumpin’, jerkin’, bullets plunge in their chest
bow down, b-tch, and f-ck a bullet-proof vest
i’m sleek, teflon, n-gga
n-gga rollin’ ass, trip and won’t trip it for somewhere to bent
yeah, i caught you slippin’
‘fore you punk motherf-ckers get g-ngb-nged
sign your tombstone
n-ggas in the hood ain’t changed

[chorus: michel’le]
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the—
he was once a thug from around the way

- juicy j

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