Let's start dancin' in this motherfucker
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss things
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Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing
Could bring, should blame the game, and I could
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, 'Fuck it then'
Turn the music up and the headphones
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Like ice cold album, all good things
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like 'Fuck it then'
Against hood angels of good that form street politics
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Probably end up back of the hood, I fuck it then
Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
I mean, it's what you expected ain't it?
Yeah, that's perfect
Pitch, sling pies and niggaz they sing, "Why"?
Out the worst in every person, even the good an' sane
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
Songwriters: Shawn C Carter, Wyatt E L Coleman, Carmine Coppola, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
Yeah, we just come outta nowhere
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire
We got to take your time, make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
We had governin', who would of thought the love would end
This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the same
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4-bars
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Esco whuttup?
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
To the pressure for success can put a good strain
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like 'Fuck it then'
Could it be the forces of darkness
Let's go
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, 'Fuck it then'
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
I'm standin' on the roof of my building
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas'
Nigga go in
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
I know you can feel the magic baby
I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in
You make nigga mad and shit like
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em