D.V. Alias Khrist - Hood Tales lyrics

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] These are them hood tales We live that you say in your rap songs It's real talk in the form of a single So as the block gets thicker we move a little quicker Away from the eyes of the Lord [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] From the Queens plains cats walk with big things [?] jook your big frame My sh** bangin', how dare you talk the kid's name You walk around with the gems blangin' you insane The hood the perfect capital, it's murder capital Capital punishment, money is real When I clap on my steel make ‘em pa** bills to Capitol Hill Capital G, space n***a R-A-P Hold it down with AR-15s, better believe, [?] Spray y'all strip clean, make y'all sh** jeans It ain't no faking over here [?] ‘cause my bacon over here And this n***as on the block like his wake is over there Cops set up shop, taking over squares The duke he disappears when Jakes roll near Straight up man stock is what we hold here [Hook] [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Get duffeled, your limbs missing like World War II Gun in your mouth, throwing in your girl [?] You Siamese twins, six shooters, I cross two Both dogs eat a n***a's a** like George [?] I pack, man, I'm Pac Man, chew a man's crew Gobble ‘em up, hit the club we bottlin' up No hoodrats, just models and up Find a nice one to swallow ‘em up That's your wife, son, she gobble a nut Back in a minute, don't distract a menace Tell all your cats to save the racket for the tennis Back where I'm at again, I clap you with the fences Gon' play all day, put data in your census Clique is real deal, we clickin' real steel No playing, we leave you laying stiffer than steel Don't get it twisted, long jersey can still steal Then we [?] slug through your Caddy Deville grill [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] n***a when my firearm is dumpin' my arm is jumpin' My sh** disconnect limbs, kid your arm be chumpin' And we be armed like a army bunkin' You can get it off the arm for frontin', probably be harmed for nothin' The drama's comin', on a different note I hit b**hes with different strokes like Amano drummin' Your armor's nothin', when I shoot through n***as better roll like the n***as from The Roots, arms is drummin' Homie done dumb and ain't nothing comin' Picture that, it's like a nun comin' n***a what's done is done, you and your dun get done in You should a gunned your gunmen instead of running your gums and The lane tight, we bang pipes like plumbers plumbin' Make you vegetables, onions and plums and Oh my bad, a plum is a fruit, yeah that's true Well that Sup-Dup son is a fruit I got a screw loose, matter of fact got two loose [Hook]