I know you can feel the
magic baby
Turn the motherfuckin
lights down
Esco whuttup
Whuttup homey
I mean
it's what you expected ain't it
Let's go
Turn the music
up and the headphones
Yea that's perfect
we gots to take
and make a nigga wait on
this motherfucker
Make niggaz mad and shit like
Niggaz usually start
rappin' after 4 bars
nigga go in
Start dancin'
in this motherfucker
Yea niggaz come outta nowhere
I feel like a Black Republican
money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood
I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good
too much thug in 'em
Probably in the
back of the hood
I'm like Fuck it then
Huddlin' over the oven
we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin'
other than a son of
my mother's friend
We had governin'
who would of thought the
love would end
Like ice cold album
all good things
Neva thought we sing the
same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood grain
all good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the
other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters
that one could reign
Could bring should bling
the game and I could
It's kill or be killed
how could I refrain
And foreva be in debt
that's never a good thing
To the pressure for
success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best
and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person
even the good's insane
Though we rehearsed
it's just ain't the same
When you put in the game
at age sixteen
Then you mix things
like cars jewelry
and miss things
Jealousy ego and pride
and this brings
It all to a head like coin
cha ching
The rule of evil strikes again
this could sting
Now the team got beef
between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy
until Liberty
I feel like a Black Republican
money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood
I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good
too much thug in 'em
Probably in the
back of the hood
I'm like Fuck it then
I feel like a black militant
takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood
too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good
too much thug in 'em
Probably in up
back in the hood
I'm like fuck it then
I'm back in the hood
they like Hey Nas
Blowin' on purp'
reflectin' on they lives
Couple of fat cats
couple of A I's
Dreamin' of fly shit
instead of them gray skies
Gray 5's hate guys wishin'
our reign dies
Pitch sling pies
and niggaz they sing why
Guess they ain't strong enough
to handle their jail time
Weak minds
follow the street signs
I'm standin' on the
roof of my building
I'm feelin'
the whirlwind of beef
I inhale it
Just like an acrobat
ready to hurl myself
though the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof
bulletproof under my attire
Could it be the
forces of darkness
against hood angels of good
That forms street politics
makes a sweet honest kid
Turn illegal for commerce
to get his feet
out of them Converse
That's my word
I feel like a Black Republican
money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood
I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good
too much thug in 'em
Probably in the
back of the hood
I'm like Fuck it then
I feel like a black militant
takin' over the government
Can't turn my
back on the hood
too much love for them
Can't clean my
act up for good
too much thug in 'em
Probably in up
back in the hood
I'm like fuck it then