Jim Jones - Boyz N Da Hood lyrics

ft. Chink Santana I haven't been up this early in a long time Turned on the TV this morning, heard the sh** on the box About living in a violent, violent world Showed all these foreign places, foreigners live in them Started thinking man, thinking they don't know On a shelf, we all camp out, what's going on with the whole world Buy ahead and pour out liquor for my dead homies Finna flying kites at my fed homies And the dogs upstate with a bad only In a locker if we pop you it's your head only We only kick drug dealer tales Another story where you hear a drug dealer tale I mean these n***as, they ain't holding water sh**, my watch trippy like a frozen water Can I live then we go to Florida sponsored links KOD on Mondays, hey, you know the order My dope boys are my sole supporters Way too many stories of opposing porters n***as fronting like they have half frozen quarters Six pack, man, and a roll of quarters We was supposed to front the laundry man With the mad motherf**er, better honor that Old n***as coming home for them long stretches We just hope the war is so raw it stretches Hope the young n***as don't get the wrong message But listen close and you can clearly hear the song's message I'm took in, try to tell you them trees cold Soon as they catch their case then b**h n***as fold Ain't no more honor in these streets Soon as they get their heat forget that CODE You should go on, gone and buck them f** their families, their kids and their momma, just gonna f** 'em If you heard the telling, just go and f** 'em This is back in the game, betrayed and go f** 'em My memory is like a cemetery Heaven just of memories of men I buried So many cars, man, they tend to vary So many n***as coming home, they say their plan was scary So I respect them for that truthful fact But it's baiting disrespect when my wolf go back I'm not a saint like a lot today, but I take n***as to church on Saturday I'm talking black suits for everybody We getting money, buying black coupes for everybody Uncle Rick was in the kitchen, cooking I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking There was hammers in the doors of every whip I'm pushing I could spend a couple grand on any n***a looking I remember selling coke at a rapid pace On the highway just focus on the traffic plates Well, that's another trick I'll tell you about And don't trip if you slip, we'll bail you out Well, let's now pay the waiting game We gonna wait to see if he gonna say some names I'm took in, try to tell you them trees cold Soon as they catch their case then b**h n***as fold Ain't no more honor in these streets Soon as they get their heat forget that CODE You should go on, gone and buck them f** their families, their kids and their momma, just gonna f** 'em If you heard the telling, just go and f** 'em This is back in the game, betrayed and go f** 'em