Hood Tales

[Intro] Let's get it right New niggas is coming up to eat all the food Gangsta Grillz Man they hungry It's an appetite for destruction out here The mob is equipped with full-armed artillery (full-armed artillery) Whatcha gon' do? (Whatcha gon' do?) DJ Drama fuck these niggas up [Verse 1] I went to Harlem where them things pop At the block parties niggas had to run And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block And they all went to war with a gun [?] Damnit if i coulda hit i would hit it with the ton Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit hot in ya lungs Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay' em down) [?] in the store sell the whole things He said "I hope you not one of them" Then I run-around-a corner got the OGs Tell em we got jumped by a couple little punks I swear to god them niggas softer than a Brady Bunch They gone get a man, this shit make em gone for a couple months Turn around the corner see a crowd looking stunned [?] on the floor shaking not saying nothing [Hook] This just where we from We all dyin' some day At a picni having fun, probably dyin' by the gun This just where we from We prayin' every Sunday When the killas gonna come She about to lose her son, son [Verse 2] [?] spanish nigga