Hood Talk

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 Know what I'm sayin', I go by Hood Baby, nigga
 Livin' that motherfuckin' slatt life, livin' like Hood Baby
 Snake life, don't get bit, nigga
 I fuck with myself, you know what I'm sayin'?
 I fuck with this motherfuckin'
 Bankroll, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slatt)
 Slatt, slatt, slatt
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 Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
 You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
 My youngins with it,
 'Bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
 Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah
 We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
 Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
 We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down
 Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
 Dick in her mouth, got that lil' bitch occupied
 Cry 'bout a bitch, nigga, they ain't even worried 'bout you
 Might as well pimp the bitch 'cause you the one that let her out
 Came with upper case alphabet blicks, brought them letters out
 Everybody strapped with them K's
 Been countin' money and get some
 Racks, these bitches fuckin' for some J's
 Crew hoppin' niggas, fuck your mama and they grave, you'll trade
 I served your auntie all the ice, now she my number one J
 Screamin', "Fuck 12," when we got our middle fingers up
 Drop one of us, we drop ten, it's war, what's up?
 Big slime say lil' bro just got 'em
 Through the mail, let's go stick him up
 Mask up in case that nigga tell, he ain't built like us
 Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
 You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
 My youngins with it,
 'Bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
 Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah
 We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
 Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
 We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down
 Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out
 Got them racks in and copped a Trackhawk with the sunny feet
 I get the bread in by the loafs, nigga, whole wheat
 And my ex-partner a rat and he showed it, he ain't cozy
 Can't cap to the gang,
 You ain't stick to the G code, you told it, you told it
 You wrote it, you wrote it
 Black and white the line
 Now your front door always open, it's open for public to know it
 Pussy niggas, we exposin'
 Knock 'em off, put the body, yeah,
 In the trash, then dispose it, dispose it
 Omerta, but Gotit, boy, have motion, in motion
 Hood Baby be cozy, sippin' slow motion
 The feds watchin', I'm posin'
 You better watch them niggas with that ho shit
 I'm ridin' with the toaster, ready to toast it
 Say, gangster, why you holdin' fire like you out here sprayin' rounds?
 You grew up, but you ain't really makin' gun sounds, yeah
 My youngins with it,
 'Bout that action, poppin' out the playground, yeah
 Find our target, give 'em one more day, then take 'em down, yeah
 We hit it up and clear it out, ain't no more standin' 'round
 Wait for my side, they gon' ride, we don't play around
 We hit the club and throw ones when the sun down
 Yeah, your bitch with the gang with her ass out