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This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (Yeah)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (bang!)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change
I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s
It’s how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra
You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
But it’s still death before dishonor
‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
We stay shattered in cluster gold links
Everything on is mink
I come through in the rental, all tint
I'm known to make a million & jet
King Joffrey and his cadets
The shooters from the boonies thats looney, holdin the tec
We're owed respect, expose his neck
Trees, burn 'em out, **** is learning now
The archbishop murder through march Clarks and slippers
I spark blippers, bloggers catch waist shot zippers
The movie's all state of the art
We throw grenades and blades and darts and chains
The grain is sharp
Remain remarkable, we ain't playing his part
We can't explain his art
He ain't the same as us, he busts
Glass and gin for my jewelers
Too many Rugers ****
Gems is 500 bands in Bermuda
Known to fuck a party up and bounce
We hog tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like little rascals
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
What it sound like?
Here's another sound bite
The sound of a hundred rounds black down at night
And in hindsight, I'm still on display
The hood slang go bang
The big chains still swing
Taking aim at these lames
Mr. Officer stain
It's just the dialect that I select when I slang
(Who sang?) Your false talk that you erase like chalk
(Who's fault?) Or who shot Hulk and who popped off
This is men and mouse shit, public service announcements
Careful, we'll burn as an ounce in small town houses
Youthful offenders, meet the public defender
Who offers you a five to ten t plea deal with a May date to surrender
Ugh, what a fucked up summer
Had a brand new come up
This 4th of July brought us fly and the doves cried
'Til little Tamir's face in the R.I.P., white tee
From a ricochet from the red bricks, to the head piece
This is how it sounds when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
Written by: Clifford M. Smith, Reginald Noble, Ronald Maurice Bean
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