
Represent your hood Bizzy Bone (Ft. Bornsic & Shoshot)
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[INTRO]
You motherfuckas, who thought when a nigga got a nickel
In his pocket, he wouldn't come back
And get a quarter bag of chips with you
Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Heeeeey ...
[Represent yo, represent yo hood.]
[VERSE 1: BIZZY BONE]
I said, now baby come on, somebody's watchin' me
Clockin' me, trying to get in my pockets
Your better bet is the lottery
I can make it, don't bother me
I don't stay for the dollar
But here's the Rueger 'fore I swang with it
(I'm going too fast.)
In my H-double-O-D hood
Seen my wood grain, and when I hang
In the hood, bang, i'ma blow them brains out
'cause God like everyday thangs
Ain't shit 'fore a nigga came out
Prayed that you thought I never played out
Sittin' with my shotgun and the rounds
Aboard the spot, mr. mo murda, thugged out
Will money mount? Nobody can die now
Then again that pile, snatched so many firearms
When the hood finds out
They gon' ride out 'fore that bitch can get to trial
Heavy with little E, Glock Glock in my drop top Chevy
Oh, plenty of artillary stocked, killin' me, feelin' me
Run at the mouth to make figga
Headed to Cleveland, breathin' heavy
You motherfuckas, who thought when a nigga got a nickel
In his pocket, he wouldn't come back
And get a quarter bag of chips with you
Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Heeeeey ...
[Represent yo, represent yo hood.]
[VERSE 1: BIZZY BONE]
I said, now baby come on, somebody's watchin' me
Clockin' me, trying to get in my pockets
Your better bet is the lottery
I can make it, don't bother me
I don't stay for the dollar
But here's the Rueger 'fore I swang with it
(I'm going too fast.)
In my H-double-O-D hood
Seen my wood grain, and when I hang
In the hood, bang, i'ma blow them brains out
'cause God like everyday thangs
Ain't shit 'fore a nigga came out
Prayed that you thought I never played out
Sittin' with my shotgun and the rounds
Aboard the spot, mr. mo murda, thugged out
Will money mount? Nobody can die now
Then again that pile, snatched so many firearms
When the hood finds out
They gon' ride out 'fore that bitch can get to trial
Heavy with little E, Glock Glock in my drop top Chevy
Oh, plenty of artillary stocked, killin' me, feelin' me
Run at the mouth to make figga
Headed to Cleveland, breathin' heavy
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