Hood Metaphors

Who is in your top five, considering the ingredients? I put them all together, cook them up, like a pie pie It could be a young boy, either in my peer group or ghost ride I just see niggas in my rear view I don't need a full moon to turn into a werewolf Wanna try to fuck with the god, nigga, I dare you That mean bullshit, I don't give a fuck about none of these rappers You can tell a sucker bull's dick, wanna pull some balls down Little nigga, you never been to water Bull's back, little nigga, to tell the truth I could sell most of these rappers, you know why? I ain't real familiar with selling proof Wanna get mixy? I could put you in a blender Taking out everyone, that is my agenda I'll be outside, yeah, I'm no pretender You a male, that shit won't doubt, that's your agenda With skirts, I don't give a fuck about a bull I don't vote, kidding you in the booth, turn into a folk Yeah And I don't even need a gun I'm hardcore, never really needed one I'm a nuclear missile, that's the fish you sold Thinkin', my nigga, that you need to run You don't believe in the ghost, now you believe in one Fuck around, my nigga I just bought a new 4.5 From my man just came from a land of trunk fall He just got back from a road trip Gave me two cartridges, box of bullets for both clips He said, "You better buy a couple more, they gon' be so quick" I said, "My nigga, when you flyin', no?" 'Cause I'ma do this joke tonight, then I'm back tomorrow to buy them all, hmm I took a loss, but now I'm back, buying raw Sell it for the Shaq, but I get it for the Brian Shaw My doctor mad that I wouldn't let him operate I bounce back, and I just made more money than my doctor make Violate and you get in the surgeon and the doctor's date Sound like a helicopter landing, all the noise my chopper make Ask if it's a problem, they won't answer me back I'm court-tryna Portland, Carmelo Anthony back Really just came to see my plug, I gon' hand him the sack I'm smilin' like Anderson Paak when he hand me the facts My niggas, my niggas Rockin' designer to my drawers, niggas fly into the mall But ain't trying to ball, nigga We were in the trenches selling China by the store Window watcher energy, drop, MAC-90 by the door In Houston, riding down Westheimer in the car That cost more than what you signed for, admire from afar If you niggas run up on me, then I'm firing this rod Chopper said you fuck niggas is on fire I was born in Brooklyn, New York, sometime after Watch Ride Had a Benz at fifteen, but it was hot-wired Swore I was ugly, 'cause wasn't nobody lookin' me I started reading when the judge threw the book at me All of my life, I had run-ins with cops I'm a product of the streets, I never even met my pops But my old earth said he just a ghetto coke slinger He tried to kill me with a metal coat hanger Say my name is Bane, and my head's a blast for me I had champagne taste and beer money What I couldn't afford, I simply stole it with my heart Used to be there's an empty hole Got a chip on my shoulder, ain't nobody who I lie for I once robbed a kid with a Phillip screwdriver The fire's in me, I can't lose it Never pulled out my nuts or gun and ain't used it And that's the life that I live If not for hip-hop, I would've been in jail and dead for sure That's the life that I live If not for hip-hop, I would've been in jail and dead for sure I've been a G since '93, I paid dues When housing threw me out of my place, I made moves Give me the ice and the cake, I can't choose It's like a fat woman with weight, I can't lose, yeah Still holding the square, yeah, it's I The Method Man, chef, food man, and talk Now I don't speak much French, I make French shoes I love me some French toast, but I hate French food My résumé been to my kinfolks too Some of you smoke guns, my guns smoke you My friend, I'm hot, my friend If it's about guap or a G-spot, I'm there I'm letting my heat pop, it don't stop there If it's you and me, you ain't got a prayer That's life, the world don't stop Keep my guns popped out In my hood, we get beat up by the cops Stand up, bitch The block's too hot, we tryna move these rocks Just another day, another body drop Fuck you, that's life, wish I could live it twice Say hope the second time I get it right Say my big, wide about, so ghetto, so ghetto, so buzzed Who turned? Let's get it, get it off Let's get it, get it off Let's get it, get it off Let's get it, get it off Let's get it, get it off Hello