Styles P - Shout Out My Hood lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Yeah East Ghost G-sh** Worldwide We're family [Chorus: Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin', n***a Shout out my bloods that still bloodin', n***a Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy n***as Came from the bottom, all my get money n***as [Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East] Wanna die, you ain't got to cry, you just got to pray Put some weed where I lay, I'ma see another day Full of energy, you my enemy, you got to pay Was on the East side, f**in' with them crips the other day Was on the West side, f**in' with them bloods the other day Always look you in your eye, never look the other way Where I'm from, they can't get you, then they make your brother pay Doin' dirt, leave you hurt, then they make your mother pray We got raw plus cook up in this b**h Master P with the grams, I got the hook-up in this b**h Shots almost hit the pa**enger, they shook up in the whip Before the deal, I took a trip to Brooklyn for the stick Tried to go the college route, but that's on Tookie, I was crip Weed, The Color Purple, think of Whoopie when it's lit Tried to start an empire, broke down a cookie in the crib Toss you off a high bridge then play A Boogie wit'cho b**h [Chorus: Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin', n***a Shout out my bloods that still bloodin', n***a Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy n***as Came from the bottom, all my get money n***as [Verse 2: Dave East & Styles P] That's on Maleek, you ain't seen nothin' like this I'm Leonidas, three hundred hitters with me, hit excitin' You can't imagine walkin' to the store, duckin' indictments Tatted my face, approachin' my enemies like I'm Tyson Bright lens, ratties in the car with no license You know that the block bitin' I'ma throw the knife to his pipe, I do not like 'em We gon' cop it all from the Gucci to Nike items, we love some bright items I fell back from the Roc like J-A-Y hyphen Z650 Kawasaki on indictment Dope in Howard University, the stamp was a bison These diamonds are enticin', still ridin' with no license If you ain't me, then [?], you should pray to Christ P and East got the streets and we got the beast frightened You ain't got no gas, you should have the sh** siphoned Just leave the lab, crumble all that bullsh** you writin' Yeah [Chorus: Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin', n***a Shout out my bloods that still bloodin', n***a Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy n***as Came from the bottom, all my get money n***as [Verse 3: Dave East & Styles P] I got love for my bloods and all my neutral n***as I got love for my crips and 'go stupid' n***as Whole brick in the trunk, duckin' the state trooper, n***a In a hotel askin' the plug what could he do for n***as I don't care if it's crowded, I pick you out a group of n***as Take you on a ride of your life, but not Uber, n***a Puttin' prices on they head, they think I used to hoop with n***as Want Disney money but we ain't f**in' with Goofy n***as [Chorus: Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin', n***a Shout out my bloods that still bloodin', n***a Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy n***as Came from the bottom, all my get money n***as