Hoody

[Verse 1: Dona] The clock is tickin, niggas lookin for a bitch they can drop and strip Or cock back and dick em I ain't out here clubbin cousin just to fuck with a nigga Who straight thuggin and show no lovin Five seconds on the war, I ain't wit a nigga, say no more Keep it real pays to be the boss Everyday I'm at war with these ma'fuckers One day I'mma be on top, let me explain somethin Niggas ain't givin you shit, but hard dick Last call for drinks at the bar, we gon' get bent Anybody got a problem with me they got a problem with he, and Montana Ain't gon' be that sweet, niggas die for me [Verse 2: Cormega] Uh...Uh.. I had to step it up a notch the all metal Benny watch 'Meg for real I'm in the ghetto a lot Yo fuck all that don and king shit I'm tryin to be a convict who got rich like Don King did Ya smallminded, I'm a behemoth Ya stature is like half of what I spent on sneakers Niggas gossip like women, but wanna be the man Who bought a Hummer six months after the BM You dream of me failin, talkin in ya sleep People so careless Either, you don't care or you think I don't hear it Here's a quote from the late great Christopher Wallace "I sold more powder than, Johnson and Johnson" Hitman like Bronson, vigilante You want to get on son, you need to ask me I ain't livin on the strength of no man I'm livin on an acre, don't worry about me Get ya weight up Like Brooklyn and J.J. Building My AK feeling more kids then Bebe, get it? I twist ya wig back like ShaNayNay did it You a son like K.J. nigga I'm the one like Rod Strickland I quit thuggin my art ??? Wishin I could be like Law Diggas Who chilled off summer and ?pushed RV's? in harsh winters Now most of them all ?rhyme p? a hard sentence Uh!