J Cue Capone - Back in the Hood Lyrics

Gotta get back in the hood
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like I gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I dont f*** with cops
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like I gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I dont f*** with cops
Money I picture the whips
Picture buggatis I picture the trips
Picture the life that I knew I could live
Is it the music or some other thing
The same youngin living life wild
The same youngins with the gang style
Same nigga with no light smile
I was a younging who came from the trap
None of these n**** knew that i could rap
Compensation that I kept on my back
Up in school I was writing my lyrics
Man writing these stories i knew people listened
Alot of my homies who grew in the hood
Some live in prison but others are good
Standing on green just like tiger woods
All the shit that ive done or I could
I never look back
I never look back all the way in my past
Skipping church never went to the mass
I was a dummy was living too fast
Tevin cambell never seeing that eye 2 eye
Getting rich or you gonna die
On my fifty shit, with no shade
Talking crazy like charlamange
Poppin bottles with no chill
Henny cran while im sippin on it
Taking shots to the dome piece, im slippin homie
Last time that I smoked weed I was trippin homie
Was going wild, reppin bronx till my death bed
Highbridge till my last breath
Gotta get back in the hood
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like a gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I dont f*** with cops
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like a gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I dont f*** with cops
N*****be yappen they mouth talking that shit put your food on the plate
Chilling with killer and dealers man chilling with us no discussion there is no debate
Telling ya shawty to come to the crib, killin her shit while she sit on my face
Never compared, never winning the race
I was that n**** that you love to hate
Chilling with O in that M5 yo we pull up to cali we hop on rav
Flippin the pack, playing ceelo on the corner ma n**** we flippin the stacks
Pussy n***** always running away, I'm thinking ya n***** should try for the track
When i appear, more deadly than some cigarette packs
You not taking me back, man im come from trap
Come from a city where n***** dont lack
Long guns cuz they blowing they back
Thats is a pause we not thinking bout that
Sippin this henny until i go black
Crushin the weed for my n*****, he rippen the fonto, this n***** is about to get smacked
Highbridge forever my n***** there is no conparin my city we up on the map
Never ever witness homocides
Yo in the streets its a genocide
Hot out but im cold inside
All these killings are recent
Lived close to the precent
Yo they never did shit
One of ma n***** got killed for this shit
Gunned down right infront of his crib
Gotta get back in the hood
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like a gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I dont f*** with cops
Gotta scrap yo whenever you could
They dont want you to survive
They give you a nine
Hoping that you die
Getting rich they you know ima try
Dts always pull me aside
Patten me down like a gotta dime
Baggy pants with the beef and brocs
I don't f*** with cops