Hood2Hood

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' money to young ****

Young warriors, I wanna see them all in position

Best to have it on you, hope 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 callin' me Son

If one clique make a million today, it probably be us

Probably because my Midas touch for vital 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

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Far Rock, East New York, QB

Compton, Long Beach, IE

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Southside Chicago, players in the D

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If we all made ****, then why is we beefin'?

When them Jewish brothers be chillin', Shabbat Friday evenin'

Even in jail, I hear the Latins got each other back

Not us, we jump each other for the phone, it comes to blacks

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 feelin' 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 ****, we know the truth

I put out dangerous thought

I'm convinced it's a mixture of Paisley Park

Prince with Supreme Team Prince

Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem

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Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit

Soundview

On the West side, in the Jungles, to the 60s

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Out in O-town, to Vallejo, where the pimps be

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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

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