Verse One: {Lil' Slim}



Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything

Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and

Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin' brew on the curve

For my hommies my nerve

They gettin' popped with the gat so I guess they got served

Now slippin' in the hood is a no no thing

Now way back in the game they used to slang and hang

So let's forget that past I can't dwell on old days

If you show a brother weakness you bond to get sprayed

Stuck in the hood front me dope I wish you would

My hommies showed me love so I know it's all good

Back and forth to the bank no I ain't gon hurt

I rather struggle with my hommies in the hood and

Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the N.O. streets

If you can't play the game you can't compete

With the hustlers and the hoodlums that packin' the gats

You got to walk the set and be fully strapped

The drug dealers steady makin' the ends

My nigga got popped doin' time in the pin a

Mac ten is a man's best friend

When I blast that ass another killin' again

But look here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time

Gettin' lok the lower my game is to

Smoke or to get smoked

I'm still Lil' Slim no I ain't gone change

I'm showin' love to my hood plus I'm true to the game



Verse Two: {Pimp Daddy}



Throw up a peace to my niggas when I walk in the club

Givin' dap to my boys because I got much love

My hug a few gee's that I knew from the game

Cuz I'm a ghetto ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed

I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects

I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black

Cuz I'm tired of seein' you motherfuckers face down

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