[Verse 1: E-Skool]
I'm from the hood where we shoot [?]
I'm from the hood where we serve the prodict after dark
I'm from the hood where some dreams weigh on tripple beams
There for, serve them fiends down in Village Green
See your chain, if it gleems, and we want it, it's on
We jack your shit and take [?]
While you niggas training to bus a vane [?] game
We maintaining the cut chilling, ready to [?] things
Grab that thang, cock that thang
Pop that thang
[?] who tryna [?] the game
Nigga, out of my name
[?] street [?]
I tell him [?] 14 years come back and get the same respect
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Representation to the upmost, to the fullest
Don't make me pull it, Rogue Dogs in the house for days, can you feel it?
Mass appealing, making millions, dropping sacks for this rap
Put in your back, with these tracks, ain't no mishaps
We meant to do it
Here to prove what we standing on, and what we claming
Weather I'm gang banging, caine slanging, or track taiming
Who you blaming?
Left [?], so we rushed in
Bitch nigga kept spreading dirt, used to trust him, got to bust him
On our own now, putting it down for Hog Style
You get hurt, it's on now
Taring the charts up, got my dogs ready to spark up
And start stuff, we gives a fuck what you on
You niggas in the zone, when the RDV's in this bitch, nigga, it's on
I'm from the hood where we shoot [?]
I'm from the hood where we serve the prodict after dark
I'm from the hood where some dreams weigh on tripple beams
There for, serve them fiends down in Village Green
See your chain, if it gleems, and we want it, it's on
We jack your shit and take [?]
While you niggas training to bus a vane [?] game
We maintaining the cut chilling, ready to [?] things
Grab that thang, cock that thang
Pop that thang
[?] who tryna [?] the game
Nigga, out of my name
[?] street [?]
I tell him [?] 14 years come back and get the same respect
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Representation to the upmost, to the fullest
Don't make me pull it, Rogue Dogs in the house for days, can you feel it?
Mass appealing, making millions, dropping sacks for this rap
Put in your back, with these tracks, ain't no mishaps
We meant to do it
Here to prove what we standing on, and what we claming
Weather I'm gang banging, caine slanging, or track taiming
Who you blaming?
Left [?], so we rushed in
Bitch nigga kept spreading dirt, used to trust him, got to bust him
On our own now, putting it down for Hog Style
You get hurt, it's on now
Taring the charts up, got my dogs ready to spark up
And start stuff, we gives a fuck what you on
You niggas in the zone, when the RDV's in this bitch, nigga, it's on
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