Hood Tales

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

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
[?] At the war with the 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
So you 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

This just where we from
We all dyin' some day
[?] 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
[?] Spanish nigga