Its what the hood made me....here goes another one
Shadowville on the beat...needed that street shit on here
bcg
Lyrics
What the hood made me, here goes another one
I stay Grimey, Im still shining son/
Im untouchable, I don't need a gun
U wanna test me, I already won/
I stay in the hood, I rep it till the death
U wanna save your life, u better watch your step/
Play your cards right, won't have to face this vet
when u come around me, won't have to hold your breathe/
Its that greek town posse....heres come another one
stay from around me...I hold it down son/
the streets need a banger...that B-more stranger
homies will gang ya...u know we gonna hang ya/
call me the savior, gave this game a flavor
steal from my neighbor, Im out to take ya/
How u gonna stop me, I dare you to pop me
U like sluts wit them hands, make this shit sloppy/
I break it down, sell it out...yeah thats how I get down
ride around, peep the town...yeah just another round/
paint the faces of these clowns, crack music, break it down
gather hoes from around, yeah, I slide it in and out/
never gave a fuck, so why should I start now
Raised on the streets, U now I got that heart now/
Put my life in these words, courage...I got it
Roll around, flip the bird, the surge...I got it/
I stay wit it, came in it, played wit it
grab the microphone....got fame wit it/
Im taking over, its over, I got them soldiers
shit to wake u up like a cup full of Foldgers/
The hood the hood the hood the hood made me
got that good that good...make u crazy/
newborn like a baby, the hood raised me
now u can say, Im acting kinda Shady//
Im back Im back at it, Im back at it
its that crack, that crack...crack addict/
its what the hood made me, slow it down maybe
or just cruise through your hood, stealing your baby/
I'll straight take your bitch, some maniac shit
have her in my whip, sucking on that dick/
fresh rims...while sippin on that Gin
up in the boothe while we partying/
keep the flow, outta control, I stay trippin
wit this mic, its MC's, Im rippin/
got'em in submission, now they quittin
need that street shit, this beats so fittin/
theres not a day in the hood, shit is quiet
speakers bumpin all day, shit u can vibe wit/
shit u can ride wit...I do this bravely
on that grown man shit..cuz the hood made me//
