Saigon - Hood Life lyrics

[Intro: Saigon] (f** all that. They hit Burn last night, man. Grab the f**ing gun, man). Can't believe this sh**. (Hit this n***a back, nig). Yo, Lizzy. (Want that n***a dead, son). n***as hit ‘round here last night, man. Yo, king. (They hit Burn, man) [Verse 1: Saigon] Quiet storm, militant form, I stand firm God put it in a shootout (What?) my son Burn got burned And my spine squirm (Damn). Damn, they pushed my man facing God, come and sentence these dudes to damnation Contemplate the plan, pacing bad act and falled off Love all our [?] up in the law, co*ked sawed-off Went from cropping a crop to shop ‘til you drop Prolly bump into Amir, ya, ‘cause that's the popular spot ‘Member, ain't a cop in the plot If you spot him, hurry, put a shot in his top, come out and hop in the drop Scaling through the warm floors, securing all nine of ‘em Later, for finding ‘em, I don't see not a sign of ‘em Plus it's getting dark and hot. n***as sparking pot in the parking lot Say they see the shock a lot up top Grab the milli grip, fill a clip to the tip Aim for what you know to rip—strictly head and nothing below the hip This nondescript n***a make a thug flip. I'mma make his blood drip Soon as the slug hit. Aim for his nugget. Cousin Lean over. Son, he drove a, drove a blue Nova Loud motor. Slug, Jehovah, look below the decoder It's him. Him and his slim. Pull out, co*k the toast at him Don't discriminate women and, man, pop both of them sh** [Hook: Saigon] And that's how we living in this hood life (Hood life) We do it dirty out here. We do it so dirty out here Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight Don't get caught up slipping in this hood life [Verse 2: Saigon] Why the police always wanna send me back to my hell? Be another lost soul—young, black, and in jail Prolly rapping to the rat in my cell, saying sh** like “Rat, them crackers ain't had to do me like that” He said, “Pssh. You better hold it I take them six years and you could be the rodent” I thought “Nah, get over here” I said, “f** you, rat.” He said, “f** you back!” You ain't getting no more potato chips, then you flipping I ain't scared no more. I will jump down there And get your bucktooth fast and quit whipping if you keep tripping Then I snapped out my daydream (My daydream) Looking at the rat eating errything (Eating errything) I can't see myself and stay green (Stay green) I gotta hit the bricks, go home, and try to stay clean (Stay clean) But the street life is s**ing me up I ain't giving a f**. Just living it up Keep a deuce in my pocket, keep a clip in the cut And I put six in your gut to get rid of your bu*t s*ut. f*ggot [Hook: Saigon] And that's how we living in this hood life (Hood life) We do it dirty out here. We do it so dirty out here Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight Don't get caught up slipping in this hood life