Hood Chronicle Lyrics

Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash

Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash

Try to catch me when im slippin

But im never gonna do that

Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that

Try to catch me when im slippin

But my timberlands be dipping

Lace em tight and dip like pippen

Every place theres people riffen

Its a jungle in the street it is

A beat down where the heat it is

They greeted us

With a 13 gun salute upon your feet it is

It is what it is

The drugs it was

He bugs and drops from slugs

His pops shrugged cuz he gots no love

His mom snubbed from the funeral

She never loved that little sucker

Vengeance plan in action as im turning to a motherfucker

Fuck her

Cuz she asking for it give it to her good

Welcome to the chronicles

Of things ive witnessed in the hood

They in the woods

Baking soda pennies spoons that full of base

Dirty finger rubbing cross they gums thats numbing

All they face

The spitlle from the splatter as they crouching

Down to take a shit

Stains the back of sneakers as they wipe and take another hit

Seen others dip

Mustve been another heist on dyckman post

I only know cuz thats the place that sell the gas i light the most

Feels nice and toast

The closest on the street that you can get to zen

Winter storms were brewing

As the speakers blaring many men

Got killer fades in the heights

We down and out but always look our best

Death to all the snitches and death to the people who molest

Lets chill im dressed

911 411 pager

Thats a red alert

that somethings bout to happen

and its major

Time to saddle up

A choice between the jeep we chose the MPV

Ralph mcdaniels music boxx is bumping from a loud TV

If you could see

But never mind that trash

We left it in the past

The still got chore boy in the glass

And pass to take another blast

They still acting crazy on the block

And smoking in the hall

They still scrawl graffiti with a magnum marker on the wall

They still take a piss where they please

The streets stunk, stink

The streets will leave you dead on your knees

So please, punk think

The drunk drink

The feens smoke

I came up out of mean folk

Obscene jokes

Fried eggs with white rice cuz we broke

Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash

Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash

Try to catch me when im slippin

But im never gonna do that

Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that

They revoke our licenses

Evict us out our dwelling spaces

Straight into a prison

No appeal and no appellate cases

Torso left without a trace its

Fundamental back to basics

Wearing the same jeans for three weeks

With some dirty asics

Hope we make it

Sluts were chopping bricks and were completely naked

Aint nobody ever left us shit

Its up to me to take it

So i took that

Yeyo 1 for 1 its coming back so cook that

Get the windows tinted on the truck

So we aint gawked and looked at

Smells like roaches

Hallway with the heat for when the threat approaches

Pyrex bubbling hot as bedbugs crawling from the folds in sofas

Woman chauffeurs

Keep the circle small

So we dont let in gofers

Lo lifes on the scene

With the vivid colored polo loafers

Fat from welfare

Dying in a room

My grandpa had no healthcare

Money from the flip was spent on jordans

We aint got no wealth here

Strictly speaking

Live here for a day and you'll begin to weaken

But not me

Im 1333 the killer puertorican

Yo they trying to take my money yo they trying to take my cash

Try to play me like a dummy throw my body in the trash

Try to catch me when im slippin

But im never gonna do that

Life takes on a repeat ive already been through that