K-Rino - Hood Rules lyrics

Yeah hood curriculum

We bust you like lead blocks
Pinpoint like red dots start taking aim
Nothing to the body only head shots
Grind hard and move weight
All work at a fixed rate
Jack a fool today then tomorrow
Sell him a mixtape
Our paper's roll like bowl game
The more love the more pain
Hustlers on a highway with a
Trunk load full of cocaine
We leave you at a standstill
Hit you like an anvil
Acting like you gangster when you not
Can get a man killed
We hit up without knowing
Every tooth in ya mouth gone
Got love for all my hood chicks
From Hallistock to South Lawn
Come down with ya price man
We ain't gonna say it twice man
My hood holds the records for most
Cats murdered in dice games
Whether rich man or poor man
I never feared no man my foe ran
I chased him down and trapped
Him with my slow hand
And every street's a fast street
Thirteen year-olds blast heat
And every five or ten minutes a
Hater gets his ass beat

If they disrespect the hood rules
Knock them down fast
One thing and we don't like is
People playing with our cash
If you scared to ride say that
Gangsters don't play that
Wherever you pull a stunt is where
Ya body gonna lay at

You better get your pride up
Before them killers ride up
You walk inside your crib and find
Your whole family tied up
Them boys is on the down low
Speaking with they close friends
And the average girl done messed around
With more women than most men
We stack loot like Plywood from
Your hood to my hood
I hate to see my people broke I'd
Help 'em all if I could you hungry
Get your head right and then go
And get your bread straight
Anybody in your clique who ain't
About paper is dead weight
Snitching will get you head black
Attack and blow your wig back
You parked your car at night
Off in the projects, shouldn'ta did that
And hustle is a chess game
Better make the right move
And boys committing more crimes in the
Daylight than the night fool
If Plan A don't work out
I'll push it up to Plan Z
The only language I speak is
Money in my hand, g
And never trust nobody man the
Whole game is wicked
Boys selling out quick as two
Dollar Super Bowl tickets

I'm from the city where they
Glorify bullshit like codeine
Half the dudes I grew up with
Either sell dope or dope-fiends
But, it's to fight and who got
Partners better bring the right ones
When it comes to cop sometimes the black
Ones be worse than the white ones
Had a deal to pump your bread up
They jacked you when y'all met up
The chick you was in love with was
The one that had you set up
And long after you bail out
I'm staying on my mail route
And still gon' hold it down for
Every soldier in the jailhouse
Man these streets won't let you pass
Rob you fast without a mask
Leave your ass on the side of the road like
A motherfucking car that ran out of gas
Boys get on you like a rash
Keep your dough and look for cash
Went to the room with a
Prostitute then fell asleep
And she beat you and took your stash
If you keep it one hundred I'll
Promise it's all good fool
Whatever town you live in you
Better learn these hood rules
And hope you suck the knowledge up
The shife don't even try it
'Cause by the time you learn the game
Is too late to apply it