Listen to Hood Olympics (feat. Freeway) [Remix] by Albee Al, Jadakiss & Benny the Butcher

Hood Olympics (feat. Freeway) [Remix]

Albee Al, Jadakiss & Benny the Butcher

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Albee Al

Performer

Jadakiss

Performer

Benny the Butcher

Benny the Butcher

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jadakiss

Songwriter

Freeway

Songwriter

Albert Robinson

Albert Robinson

Songwriter

Dave East

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

LILZ

Producer

Lil'Z

Mastering Engineer

Buckroll

Producer

Gene Clicquot Geno Banks

Gene Clicquot Geno Banks

Recording Engineer

NDA

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

All I'm saying is the remix for this Hood Olympics

Oh, of course

Oh, there you go, man

This gladiator

This is the remix

This isn't right

This is the remix

The minute I was looking out the window

You feel me?

This is the remix

Tryna get the homies home, swinging for the fences

Used to make a thousand dollars sitting on the benches

Coulda hopped going for it like it's four for inches

We were talking 'bout bodies, put me in the Olympics

Put me in the

Million dollar **** parked in the trenches

Man, I was all in her mouth, I coulda been a dentist

Yeah, I keep that shit on me, I won't be a victim

You like a red nose, I'ma tell 'em, "Sink 'em"

Look, I ain't got oppas, I just got haters

Never tell a cop nothin', never give 'em data

When you a real motherfucker, you don't count favors

Compact 45 with the green laser

Mask on in the streets, fightin' like I'm Vega

Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker

Last opp I caught lackin', he in the sky walkin'

Got a sixth sense, sometimes I hear the sky talkin'

I hate a hoe, I hate a bitter ****

Had D watch yo kid like a sitter ****

See, I'm the type to hop out and go and get a ****

I never seen a casket that can't fit a ****

No casket, this shit feel like the vengeance or something

Like X-Men, Super Force, Team USA

Feel you, my ****

Mobsters

Free, silly, we're on going when we've been on it

We stand on it, wallahi, got a hundred Muslim makis in a pen on it

I'm always there when they call me, and your bra be on go too

I pull my hammer out and let her sit on me

Hoods save your streets, love me, speak the hoods' language

Keep the ladder, all my hope is gettin' next to you

Fireman, grab the pole because we live dangerously

Came upstairs, old anguish, made the big building famous

Please link what I'll be out, it's that feeling, ain't it?

Y'all **** wanna meet your maker, we can make arrangements

I'll be in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris with Maya

Then my shooter gets the wire, second, that your body hits the pavement

Yeah, we used to hit the road to get the payment

Used to have to use the duffel bag to get to the kitchen

We still hit the road to get the dough, but we ain't pushin' purse

But Mortis pay me 80K for spoken word

Y'all bass pull up and let me poke they bellies

Every time y'all **** stress them out and hurt they nerves

Lost my son, daughter, and father, then I re-emerged

Still destined for greatness, bout to get the paper, we just shot

This for my **** puttin' grams on the clock

Get them out of the trap, it's gon be a standoff with Swap

My last deal gave Wes a 100 grand off the top

Ever see a grown man get run off a block? (Ran off the block)

Wait, have you ever run off of blocks?

The whole city knows, you've got bread on your top

Fuck that, tell me, ever had to hand off a Glock?

And don't feel no regrets when you hear all the shots (hear all the shots)

Ah, the streets made me what I'm runnin' from

Heavy influence, see my homie with a rollie

And I wanted one now, he on a tear, eatin' honey buns

I'm still here, he knows I got him like the gear

When you bungee jump, it's butch

I was in a gang when y'all fronted, in a lunch line

Askin' for change for a 100, when it's crush time

With the clip don't hang, I don't want it

Got a beam on the front, but can't aim with a button

I don't downplay this rap shit, y'all **** too street, huh?

I'm on tour for like two, three months

Me and a fork versus a pop like a 2V1

Too many bricks, I called him and told him you keep some

Watchin' the YSL trial

Dr. D.A. and the ATF

Don't worry about the IRS now

You could've paid me to go back

That's bullshit, ****

I just was there with like 80 on my neck

Yo, they tryna make bars irrelevant

Followers and likes are the new artist development

Know me, I stick to the element

Gun in the trunk, that's a damn near as big as an elephant

Put the cuffs on him

They tellin' it who shot who, and who got what, and who sellin' it

**** leakin' fluid, see me gettin' to it (yeah)

My man got an elbow and he ain't even do it (right)

Don't try to understand me, muzzle on the swim

Give me a bag on your head, that's a duffel on your family (done)

It could be a key, an ounce, hope you see it bounce

Till they let the bros go, may they be free to count (ho)

Give a fuck how you feel about the old cats

Some harder than a pedal to the shin on the rollback

****, I sold crack, whole lot, down south, middle of the trenches

Little **** with gold cap

Bluff, don't exist, hit a sauce on your bitch

Money ain't a thing, but it costs to be rich

**** only wanna hold a torch when it's lit

In time, you'll realize he ain't awesome as this

You know me, wherever the work be

Celebrate me on my birthday, not when they murk me

From Walburton to Marion

We get it done, y'all **** carry on

Just tryna get the homies home, swingin' for the fences (home run)

Used to make a thousand dollars sitting on the benches

Coulda hopped going for it like it's four for inches

We were talking 'bout bodies, put me in the Olympics

Put me in the

Million dollar **** parked in the trenches

Man, I was all in her mouth, I coulda been a dentist

Yeah, I keep that shit on me, I won't be a victim

You like a red nose, I'ma tell 'em, "Sink 'em"

Written by: Albert Robinson, Dave East, Freeway, Jadakiss, Kristof Lilienthal, Ruben Domingo Colon

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