House Gang Animalz, WHY?, Raekwon - Kidz from Da Hood lyrics
[House Gang Animalz, WHY?, Raekwon - Kidz from Da Hood lyrics]
Kidz from the Hood is more dangerous
Everybody vest up, all the
Shot callers with aim, stick
From three pound, automatic is nasty
Raspberry color
My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
Goodness gracious, more lazers
Watch my family had these niggas
These niggas got more Rae shit
Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
He didn't die, but he coped the hearing aid
Son new shit, New Balance click
True blue sixes burst
The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
The next paragraph might excite you
Enlighten you to get up, get hype a little
Bust rifles through him
I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
How these young niggas get money
The tongue speaks so raspy, yo
I'm here to teach these niggas
How to, handle the pot, like
Scramble the rock, dog, I'm
Hurtin' the block, like
Dirty signed with The Roc, word to my pops
Front on my team and that thang-a rang
My gang'll bang
My life is like a horror movie
So ya'll can hardly move me
Come through your block on a Harley
Sprayin' a uzi got killas on a payroll
Killas on the lay low
Niggas that'll kill when I say so
Turn rappers to Ma$e, four
Fifth tear up half of your face
Chef, move, I got him, he laced, broad day
Jump out the whip, pop your bitch, all we do
Is powerful tips
Time wait's for no man, the clock is tickin'
Still bubble crack
Watch the little man from the kitchen
Guns in the closet
Packs in the Ac' for pitching
Haters can't stop a prophet
March and start snitchin'
Rims spinnin', Loose Linx came expensive
No cars we movin' in, lease to rent it
Dangerous ground
Guerilla nigga shakin' it down
Escape from NY, we paintin' the town
Actual fact, Carlton Fisk
The fugitive's back
Breakin' bread with made men
So look for the silence of mayhem
Yo, I was down, I was up
Now it's back to me, back down
These cutthroat niggas
Had made me step up my cracks now
They ran with my secrets, I would tell them
They watch it and they peep it, a lot of
Them niggas came from under me, and
Those be the ones most defective
To build a sick strategy on rapping method
Give 'em E for effort
Gotta send 'em a message
Without talkin' that shit could get hectic
Money first, and friendship is second
Superior's La, inferior's ya'll
Don't make me worry it, ya'll
Cut friendship ain't necessary at all
Get down or lay down, I'm suggestin' a call
I got drugs and I'm gettin' them all
I still got a lot of problems on my chest
And I'm gettin' 'em off
I suppose that ya'll know that though
So when I get paid, escape a payback
Like I owed that dough
Everybody vest up, all the
Shot callers with aim, stick
From three pound, automatic is nasty
Raspberry color
My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
Goodness gracious, more lazers
Watch my family had these niggas
These niggas got more Rae shit
Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
He didn't die, but he coped the hearing aid
Son new shit, New Balance click
True blue sixes burst
The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
The next paragraph might excite you
Enlighten you to get up, get hype a little
Bust rifles through him
I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
How these young niggas get money
The tongue speaks so raspy, yo
I'm here to teach these niggas
How to, handle the pot, like
Scramble the rock, dog, I'm
Hurtin' the block, like
Dirty signed with The Roc, word to my pops
Front on my team and that thang-a rang
My gang'll bang
My life is like a horror movie
So ya'll can hardly move me
Come through your block on a Harley
Sprayin' a uzi got killas on a payroll
Killas on the lay low
Niggas that'll kill when I say so
Turn rappers to Ma$e, four
Fifth tear up half of your face
Chef, move, I got him, he laced, broad day
Jump out the whip, pop your bitch, all we do
Is powerful tips
Time wait's for no man, the clock is tickin'
Still bubble crack
Watch the little man from the kitchen
Guns in the closet
Packs in the Ac' for pitching
Haters can't stop a prophet
March and start snitchin'
Rims spinnin', Loose Linx came expensive
No cars we movin' in, lease to rent it
Dangerous ground
Guerilla nigga shakin' it down
Escape from NY, we paintin' the town
Actual fact, Carlton Fisk
The fugitive's back
Breakin' bread with made men
So look for the silence of mayhem
Yo, I was down, I was up
Now it's back to me, back down
These cutthroat niggas
Had made me step up my cracks now
They ran with my secrets, I would tell them
They watch it and they peep it, a lot of
Them niggas came from under me, and
Those be the ones most defective
To build a sick strategy on rapping method
Give 'em E for effort
Gotta send 'em a message
Without talkin' that shit could get hectic
Money first, and friendship is second
Superior's La, inferior's ya'll
Don't make me worry it, ya'll
Cut friendship ain't necessary at all
Get down or lay down, I'm suggestin' a call
I got drugs and I'm gettin' them all
I still got a lot of problems on my chest
And I'm gettin' 'em off
I suppose that ya'll know that though
So when I get paid, escape a payback
Like I owed that dough