[Street Skolla:] Oh! you know what it is Jersey! Uh street skolla hood gang hood gang Got a right for survival Fuck the bible On my cycle ghost rider
hittin it Dirty talk is my game I keep spittin it I got that pussy tied up like a christmas gift I'm the only thing she got up on her christmas list She a gangsta
bout mine And I aint the one you wanna beef with I'm thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X [B.G.] Look my block hot the law sleep every other day We beefin off top, we creep every other
u see me coming cus on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim they bangin in gangs you a'int a
dog I was passed down the street fame Like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They say
some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a
your Boost phone, get a new phone P-89 Ruger, two-tone This my house nigga not a group-on If a nigga run up I'm bussin' the Glock Other than that, then
the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood
still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair fuck a V-A they need G-A gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal same corner same hood I'
: [Intro: Little Russ] Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you? You didn't kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit Why don't you kick
to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no
: [ VERSE 1 ] Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
feelin, sexual energy Time to chill and pour another glass of Hennessy I hit it again like a gangster should And give you somethin to tell them girls up the hood
one fool thru his fuckin' mouth Why would they step When they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A. Without a Gat in my lap The other fool shot Caut
like it aint no thang Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv Roamin through the hood top cut down Car packed
tall and lanky, my suit? It should thank me I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky Look what Lucky left me Gangster, effortlessly Poppa was
