[Don Bishop Agallah]
Every day real Bloods back down, leave it alone
Listen Battlefornia's not your home, it's New York n***a
Even in the Chi boy I be in the zone
Amongst the G's I roam alone why? I'm still New York n***a
And done I thought homies on the Island was whylin
Hand you a buck fifty up on your face while smilin
Motherf**ers was violent, if you didn't remain silent
Never snitch on a ganglord, boss or a tyrant
Coulda survived if I had to, do it again
Go to jail for the same ratchets and use 'em again
Come home from prison time and do this music again
d**h is the outcome deceivin amongst men
Yeah I out son, attitude is fu*k THEM
Wet the whole industry, y'all sh** out of luck then
In the booth, just gimme that big bottle of Henn'
And I'ma get this East coast sh** poppin again, ya heard me?
[Outro: repeat 2X]
Yeah, the hood is back man
For good we back man, with hoods and crack cans
Yeah, you should relax chump
We could attack punks with hoods and macs up