Chorus:

I do this shit here for the hood
We do not fuck with you lames
I can see hate in ya face
Im off to the money im late

Im tryna go cop me a drop top
My young n***as yea they goin pop

I do this shit here for the hood
We do not fuck with you lames
I can see hate in ya face
I hop in the coupe do the race

And take my n***as to the top
You run up n***a you get popped

I do this shit here for the hood


Verse:

Try to run up n***a you goin get popped boy
Chopper bullets rain like a thunderstorm
I get my load in for cheap
I got a brick in the car
Bitch dont you go pointing at me
You get a stick to ya jaw

Camo down with my gang feel like rambo
He dnt got it and i got it we goin share those
Bitch kuz we came from the streets
And im leaving with n***as that came in with me
We ain't wasting no time bitch we playing for keeps
Got a chip on my shoulder and its staying with me


(Chorus)