[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I started in small towns
Survin blow through the hood
Chop a bag, sell a bag, man it's all good
As long as I can clear a hundred by the end of the day
I know it's good tomorrow, I got a place to stay
And my project niggas, they break necks
They rep sets, but never heard of cashing in a cheque
It's all love, but the other night I got robbed
A nigga crashed my crib, and took ten and the dub
I can't believe the toucher got touched
It's cool to touch, but this time you fucked up
You should've said eenny meany miney mo
And picked another door to kick in, hoe
I'm the thug type, but with money I can't be playing
I can't believe it, it was my own hitman
He forgot who's the boss, but now Imma show him
Imma pick his kids up, leave his grandma's house smoking
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I started in small towns
Survin blow through the hood
Chop a bag, sell a bag, man it's all good
As long as I can clear a hundred by the end of the day
I know it's good tomorrow, I got a place to stay
And my project niggas, they break necks
They rep sets, but never heard of cashing in a cheque
It's all love, but the other night I got robbed
A nigga crashed my crib, and took ten and the dub
I can't believe the toucher got touched
It's cool to touch, but this time you fucked up
You should've said eenny meany miney mo
And picked another door to kick in, hoe
I'm the thug type, but with money I can't be playing
I can't believe it, it was my own hitman
He forgot who's the boss, but now Imma show him
Imma pick his kids up, leave his grandma's house smoking
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side
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