SAP - Water lyrics

[Intro: Young Roddy] Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin' Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood [Verse 1: Young Roddy] I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser I had a shoot-out once I threw it twice, don't you test me My flow sick; I'm sneezing on the track, God bless me My neighbor lost her son to a bullet, God help her My wrap sheet clean, but all my homies got felons I be goin' so hard sh** I feel it's now or never I got a black queen like Keisha straight from Belly Her last man's hatin' and my old ho's jealous What's the recipe to k** these beats? I never tell it Back then, I turn my momma crib to a telly Fell in love with this one bad b**h, her name was Mary Introduced her to my bro, told my mom I'm gettin' married Everybody tellin' tales; liar liar, Jim Carrey A skinny-a** n***a, in the streets I'm hella heavy Every time I talk that street sh**, they don't know about it I don't own no Maybach, I don't own no Bugatti All I own is a SS Ninety-Six Impala Drive it like a Nascar, knowin' it's a long body Word to Master P, I keep it G, I'm 'bout it 'bout it All the fiends call my phone cause they know I always got it n***a stay fresh, stay fly like a pilot You can find my in the cut ducked off like I'm hidin' Dope man pulled up, boy that's perfect timing n***a f** with Route, they f** around and start a riot Whole team ridin', b**h, my whole 'hood ridin' Word to my n***a Jizzle, real n***as never die On the corner sellin' stones all day and all night Good thing I had some work put away for a drought 'Bout to go on tour, told my dime-piece to keep it tight Most of these rap n***as whack, don't believe the hype I been writin' all day, writin' raps and writin' kites To my n***a in the pen, they tryin' to give my n***a life We was chillin in the 'hood, on our Huffy's poppin' wheelies All we heard was gunshots, another body by the building I seen the car speed off, I think it was a Civic Know the color, know the shooter, still I never do no snitchin' Got a rat up in your crew, boy that's bad for your business 'Bout to blow, I'm so close, fool, I'm talkin' fourth and inches Got a trill b**h who'll die for a n***a She keep her legs spread and let me dive in that kitty Lucky me.. [Outro: Young Roddy] 'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b**h My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b**h 'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b**h My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b**h