Akon - Hood Rules Apply lyrics

[Intro: Akon] This an invasion [Intro] Yeah n***as! This is an invasion! Hood Rules Apply Volume 2, and we invading this b**h! This is not just mixtapes, this a motherf**ing movement! (I think I got that on on this one, hahaha.) [Verse 1: Akon] This goes out to them clowns Talk about they got the block locked down Sewing up the compound Only if you knew how my squad get down Think you met a bad man walking You ain't met a bad man 'till you walked up on me Hit you with the Glock two times f**ing up my shoe shine once you drop down See, n***as ain't got no dough Fakin' like they wanna be loco I see you jacking my j**els I ain't the one you wanna stand next to [Hook: Akon] Think you met a bad man walkin' You ain't met a bad man 'till you walked up on me This an invasion Don't give a f**, black, red, caucasian [Verse 2: Team Invasion Member] Yo, yo, yo Between you and I Here's the truth; no lie You gon' die for the fact that hood rules apply I hold my ruger high Before I shoot the sky Shoot your alla(?), shoot your father Haze got me super high My team moving pies My team move and rise Clutching them 45's f** with us it's suicide And you can crucify. (bad n***a) Green got us flying G4's Commercial's how we used to fly I dare you to try And test the evil genius (yeah) We got a crew and I, we a bunch of trigger squeezers (Invasion) They call us n***a bleeders, we make n***as bleed We can't get at you, sh** we kidnap your seed And that's the hood rules So beef in your streets with my heat Ain't no telling what I could do Who write the crook rules? This is for the mixtape n***as in the streets making shook moves [Verse 3: Akon] I ain't gon' tell you no lie See them hood rules do apply If you choose not to abide Guarantee you will see a grown man cry Think you met a bad man walking You ain't met a bad man 'till you walked up on me Think you been slidin', bring more grief than the n***a Bin Laden. (Invasion!) Cause we on the block all day Some cook, some moving that Yay Gotta get that pay, stick up kids trying to stomp that brake Think you seen a bad man walking You ain't met a bad man 'till you walked up on me Keep a double deuce on hand You don't lose that dance (?) Keep it under that sandal [Verse 4: Team Invasion Member] I got my nose in the hood like coke on the table Go against my rule, get a slug in your naval Even my brother can get it too, like Cain and Abel Times are hard and the rent's still due So by any means n***a, your a** is expendable Hoes ain't a friend to me, they just my enemies I only got love for dollar bills and Hennessy Most n***as ain't worthy of a slug or a knife So I pistol whip them to induce blunt trauma With the chrome llama. I learned a lot from them old-timers The game of life is more like blood sport That's why a lot of n***as done died on the court Rule 73: Keep your gun oiled and clean Just to be the last man standing at the crime scene: Heart beatin' crazy, cold sweatin', cause you made it Now make ya escape with the toast and the cake [Hook]