X-Productions - Hood Rules lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] Yeah Hood curriculum [Verse 1: K-Rino] We bust you like lead blocks, pinpoint like red dots Start taking aim, nothing to the body only head shots Grind hard and move weight, all work at a fixed rate Jack a fool today then tomorrow sell him a mixtape Our paper's roll like bowl game, the more love the more pain Hustlers on a highway with a trunk load full of c**aine We leave you at a standstill, hit you like an anvil Acting like you gangster when you not can get a man k**ed We hit up without knowing, every tooth in ya mouth gone Got love for all my hood chicks from Hallistock to South Lawn Come down with ya price man, we ain't gonna say it twice man My hood holds the records for most cats murdered in dice games Whether rich man or poor man, I never feared no man My foe ran, I chased him down and trapped him with my slow hand And every street's a fast street, thirteen year-olds blast heat And every five or ten minutes a hater gets his a** beat [Chorus 2x: K-Rino] If they disrespect the hood rules knock them down fast One thing and we don't like is people playing with our cash If you scared to ride say that, gangsters don't play that Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body gonna lay at [Verse 2: K-Rino] You better get your pride up before them k**ers ride up You walk inside your crib and find your whole family tied up Them boys is on the down low, speaking with they close friends And the average girl done messed around with more women than most men We stack loot like Plywood from your hood to my hood I hate to see my people broke I'd help 'em all if I could You hungry, get your head right and then go and get your bread straight Anybody in your clique who ain't about paper is dead weight Snitching will get you head black, attack and blow your wig back You parked your car at night off in the projects, shouldn'ta did that And hustle is a chess game, better make the right move And boys committing more crimes in the daylight than the night fool If Plan A don't work out, I'll push it up to Plan Z The only language I speak is money in my hand, G And never trust nobody man the whole game is wicked Boys selling out quick as two dollar Super Bowl tickets [Chorus 2x: K-Rino] [Verse 3: K-Rino] I'm from the city where they glorify bullsh** like codeine Half the dudes I grew up with either sell dope or dope-fiends But it's to fight and who got partners better bring the right ones When it comes to cop sometimes the black ones be worse than the white ones Had a deal to pump your bread up, they jacked you when y'all met up The chick you was in love with was the one that had you set up And long after you bail out, I'm staying on my mail route And still gon' hold it down for every soldier in the jailhouse Man these streets won't let you pa**, rob you fast without a mask Leave your a** on the side of the road like a motherf**ing car that ran out of gas Boys get on you like a rash, keep your dough and look for cash Went to the room with a prostitute then fell asleep and she beat you and took your stash If you keep it one hundred I'll promise it's all good fool Whatever town you live in you better learn these hood rules And hope you s** the knowledge up, the shife don't even try it 'Cause by the time you learn the game is too late to apply it [Chorus 2x: K-Rino]