In My Hood Lyrics

I had said I was that nigga you ain't believe me

I said I was for the streets you tried to leave me

When they turned they back I ran up all my racks

(All my racks)

When they came back the packs, I had to tax

Yeah, yeah, First hundred dollars got it saved, yeah, yeah

First hundred dollars got it framed, yeah, yeah

Streets so dirty tried to frame me, yeah, yeah

Bitch so shady, tried to pin me on the babies

Ran up them racks out the trap went gotta Mercedez, yeah, yeah

Did err single thang on my own ain't nan nigga save me

Sleeping on the floor, it made me krazy

I Served my dope off in the cold and that's what made me, yeah, yeah

I know my trap house jumping cause I brought the J's out

I think the opps up to something time to bring them Ks out

I dodged every raid, I served my uncle cocaine

I'm sipping purple rain

I got pimping on my brain

Ever since I touched them racks, this shit ain't been the same

First pack I ever flipped, shipped it on a plane

I don't wanna hear no lip, bitch, I don't even know your name

I'll never complain, cause I know how far I came

I'm riding with that stick, uh huh

Busting down a brick, uh-huh

Already made the profit back, I put it on my wrist Uh-huh

She just gave me top, now this thot want a kiss

Uh-uh

I been in the mix, uh-huh, bitch I'm hard to miss, uh-huh

Told you, I was that Nigga, you ain't believe me, yeah

I said I was for the streets, then you tried to leave me yeah

When the turned they back, I had ran up all my racks uh-huh

When they came back, I put tax on all the pack yeah

First hundred dollars got it saved, uh-huh

That first hundred dollars, I had framed it, uh-huh

These streets, they so shiesty tried to frame me, uh-huh

(These streets, they so shiesty tried to frame me)

Five percent, that's the tint, put that on my windows

Thirty-round in the clip, for all my extendos

Five percent, that's the tint, put that on my windows

Thirty-round in the clip, for all my extendos

Foreign sitting on forgies, foreign sitting on forgies

I take a trip back to my

Yeah

I take a trip, in my hood yeah

Take a trip back to my hood

Got a Crown Vic, sitting on forgies, yeah

Take a trip back to my hood

Got a hood bitch, but she look gorgeous yeah

Horses, Forces, Porsches

Horses, Forces, Porsches, Porsches

Spin the fuck off on a opp block

We set up chop-shop, smoke em' like Newport yeah

Spin the fuck off on a opp block

We set up chop-shop, smoke em' like Newport

In my hood, In my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood

In my hood

(The Oracle)