C-Rayz Walz - Rhyming Hood lyrics

[Intro: Money Carson and (C-Rayz Walz)] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Money Man, C-Rayz, Yak, and the Green. (They have arrived) Straight off the Lincoln Tunnel. (The fame) Live and in the flesh (Give me your wallet). Pause that. Uh, yeah (Yo, yo, yo, Rhyming Hood) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz and Money Carson] [Money Carson] My inner thoughts, like, constant, one of the best Bullseye type of archer—partner, one to your chest Money puffing the Lucy. I'm into loot, see Camelot canned in tree ash and taxes Rob from the rich, style feeding my team [C-Rayz Walz[ I seen God from the cliff while breathing the green In the rainforest, I train hardest. Untame artist Fire-breathing madman with a plan to flame markets As I stick up scripts, this is a Stone Hedge mage Constructing the category of chaos on page [Money Carson] I jumpstart the rage. Therefore, whatever you're here for We could flare force for the God and state Up the NY, test mine [C-Rayz Walz[ I'll scar your face Guard your plate, lacerate garden snakes Scalping your wig. Rotten Apple out the mouth of the pig Plot and tackle. Yeah, you know what it is Rhyming Hood [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Money Carson] [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it Rhyming Hoods [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it [Verse 2: Gino Green and Con Yak] [Gino Green] Yo, I'm taxing four hundred off of your brick This is military black shot, extortioner sh**. I'll take you for Thirty thou and a brown bag. While we're talking, you're six Our six larceners. b**hes aren't tricks. Organize and Navigate numerous licks. Hoes, barbeques, and buffets and the bricks I'll stick dice games and wrap the prize money for young mothers all week Flash the semi for the chain with the heaviest drip (k**, drip) [Con Yak] The boy ready with a clip of them arrows Fitted Timbs and black tees, circle apparel It's really nothing—Yak bad to the marrow I'm a steady j**el dropper. Keep your eyes on the barrel And J-Zone here to bring the paper home [Able, I call lanes?] like the Lakers own Flow is splendid. Whip, yeah, I rimmed it But still in the jungle with more green intended [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Money Carson] [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it Rhyming Hoods [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it Loop it [Verse 3: Con Yak, C-Rayz Walz, Gino Green, and Money Carson] [Money Carson] I rep hostile, live life running the ash The kid spot you. Gossip, one in the head Nowadays, women run to the Feds and I'ma come deep In it for the money alone like J-Lo be [Con Yak] Tap Yak two-way—page can't fold me Rats had AKs like they [cloneding?] That cat want to act and now he's sorry Dog, that's the end of the story. True story [Gino Green] I touch athletes and rappers when it come to Saint Nick And kick back with trap money—hoes get at they pimp No chorus, paying for it quick. I got Wayne Perry Listen if you getting it kid. This is it [C-Rayz Walz] Phlegm from the dungeon, automatic static from attics Cats [are both?] when I [?] apart shells, magic This is hell's fabric, the spell graphic. We sell caskets Don't make us snatch your baskets, f*ggots [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Money Carson] [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it Rhyming Hoods [Money Carson] We're pursuing j**els, woke the wolves In a hood where you get forced to fall We rise up [C-Rayz Walz] ‘Cause sleep is the cousin of stupid Put your life on a track and loop it Loop it [Outro: C-Rayz Walz and (Gino Green)] Money Car, C-Rayz Walz, the boy Con Yak, ([?]) Money Green, Gino Green Money. Belief on the [?]. Chopping your face, it off. Fathers with [?]. [?]. Time is good. Rhyming Hood