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| Master P 99 Ways To Die Rollin Thru My Hood f/ Big Ed, King George, Lil Ric, Silkk the Shocker yo kid man, stop the music rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream now the spots hot, here come the cops the ??????????, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man eyes red, dank to the head I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead Henace with a dab of that gin and juice Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof so we can remenisce to all the niggas missed and when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt and every nigga in they momma done did dirt or formed a gang, or even ganged banged or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang cause where I'm from you got to watch your back cause every nigga in the town got a gat and these hoes, you can't love em even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat but mind your own motherfucker and it's like that rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through the cuts dippin down the alleys of killa Cali Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone I like to chill out, hang out cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses but everybody head turn when the coup passes Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood this nigga, I am one quick to use that A-K gun on a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone 2 to the dome will do your ass home huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good we need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement that's how it is on the first of every month sippin gin, and toking off of blunts gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why young G's from the hood trying to get by rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood when I'm rollin through my hood I see alot of factors, alot of actors but since the money's low, I see alot of jackers but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre and what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch but it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip 14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood ???? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree it's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust it be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up in this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up I seen this bitches, these niggas these niggas all the same it's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away where I got my shit hid away in the cut A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks about to hit the track to come up on some scraps hit the block sideways, perking, trippin swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight all night long nigga's hustle for paper 24-7 nigga's stay on the caper gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow you see it's still going down motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town the silent sound never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game straight passed away and as well as we all know it's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty now when I roll through my spot i see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood (in the hood, in the hood) like that, check it out fool it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang and if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood rollin through my hood |
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