Mozzy - Big Homie From the Hood Lyrics

Yeah, I'ma stand my own ground a nigga play with me (yeah)
Sentimental value never sell the the thang you gave to me (on God)
Who the king of Macramento? They gon say it's me (on God)
I ain't tryna end up in the pen, that shit gay to me (hell nah)
Slap 6's on the dealt, that's a 83
This gang banging shit ain't as glamorous as they make it seem
Tryna take it to the box, you tryna take a plea
My lawyer said that if we lose, he'll waive the fee
Hoop court was overcrowded, had to play the streets
Every time you needed a bond, ya moms came to me
Lil Alexander Mcqueen's for the bunions
I'm cut from somethin' different, really bleedin' the circumference
Kel used to tell me that a bundle bring abundance
We was doing two for fifteen counter reluctant
Mama know I'm hustlin', can't say nothin' 'bout it
I'm putting food in this refridge and I ain't ate nothin' out it (yeah)

'Member it wasn't no hope in the hood
If you ain't sellin' dope, then you was broke in the hood
Name ringing bells, well known in the hood
Ask the cashier, at the stores in the hood
We had it rollin' in the hood, Big Homie in the hood
Ranking up there, let me show you 'round the hood
Never out there, I live only in the hood
Throw the 40 and I'm good on dead homies from the hood

If you catch a sucka loafin', then you gotta cook him
It get chilly in the trench, I need a Mozzy hoodie
Lookin' for consistency when I be coppin cookie
I'm in love with your hustle baby, not your pussy
How you run me out the hood and I'm the one who run it?
I'm the one that makes sure Auntie 'nem don't want for nothing
I'm the one that motivate 'em, baby ask the youngins
Told her re-up with the twenties, gotta stack the hunnids
Ay, we just thuggin' tryna rap, you a rapper thuggin'
Went to sleep inside that abandoned building after hustlin'
You switched sides at the slide, it was all for nothing
Why you cop a Hellcat if you ain't doggin' nothing?
I ain't tryna split the profit, either all or nothing
Finna take my girly face to terrorize em, all 'a suffer
We never cried 'bout a snitch's death he had it bommin'
I seen ten fifty times, before I saw a hunnid (yeah)

'Member it wasn't no hope in the hood
If you ain't sellin' dope, then you was broke in the hood
Name ringing bells, well known in the hood
Ask the cashier, at the stores in the hood
We had it rollin' in the hood, Big Homie in the hood
Ranking up there, let me show you 'round the hood
Never out there, I live only in the hood
Throw the 40 and I'm good on dead homies from the hood