Nas - Hood2Hood lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets and necklaces yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah

Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my peace
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
Fake watch busters
And they ain't teach savin'
Monеy to young niggas young warriors
I wanna see them all in position
Best to have it on you
Hopе you don't go down for possession
Mom's puttin' up the house to
Bail you out when arrested
How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one
Flyin' down the 101
Right under the Cali' sun
Junior MAFIA out the subs
Shorty calling me "Son"
If one clique make a million today
It probably be us
Probably because my Midas touch
For viral stuff
Rappers wanna shoot up the studio
They tired of us
We know that controversy sells so y'all good
When I drop
They hear me on every block hood to hood

Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie
(Hood to hood) far Rock, East New York, QB
Compton, Long Beach, IE (Hood to hood)
Southside of Chicago, players in the D
Hood to hood

If we all made niggas then why is we beefin'?
When them Jewish brothers be
Chillin' Shabbat Friday evening
Even in jail
I hear the Latins got each other back
Not us, we jump each other for the
Phone it comes to black
Don't worry 'bout nobody else
Tryna energy match
Sense any cap and that's when I really attack
I'm OJ with the memorabilia
Had to steal it back like the Nas flow we be
Hearin' on your tracks
Stop that my guy, you are not that my guy
That feeling to be a king
Can't top that my guy king's Disease
I'm still poppin' these young things
Got me thinkin' like Amerie
It's this one thing floaties in the pool
Got drones over the roof
Just like Drakeo The Ruler, my nigga
We know the truth
I put out dangerous art, I'm convinced
It's a mix of Paisley Park
Prince with Supreme Team Prince

Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem
(Hood to hood)
Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit
Soundview
On the Westside, in the Jungles, to the 60s
(Hood to hood)
Out in O Town, to Vallejo, where the pimps be
Hood to hood

DC got big ol' guns b'More got big ol' guns
ATL got big ol' guns
And big ol' buns and big ol' funds, yeah
Miami got lots of sun, yeah
Dade County got big ol' guns, yeah
Stop messin' around, put the pistols down
Or we all will soon be done, dead
Hood to hood to mansion to mansion
That's the new version of (Hood to hood)
Yeah, new excursions, yeah
Block parties, on the block, the new block
Your house and my house, ha ha hood to hood