Same Hood Songtext / Lyric

Y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't

And ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't

You too scared, y'all ain't prepared

The kid got enough heat to build a fan base in Baghdad

I'm turfmatic, you don't wanna start no static

Have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic

Ya head on straight don't make me unmask it

Or I'll be forced to and disappear like magic

And until that day caome that I'll get, put in a casket

I'ma saty spittin rhymes, til I get rich

That's on Brookly, hear my words and hear 'em well

I got the envelope sealed noe, you got mail

Ain't no tellin what I'm finna do

I'm unpredictable

I just might flip

Cock aim and let it spit

Or I might get ripped and split your brain

Just label me a hard head, who ain't gon change






It ain't fun out here, you gotta keep a gun out here

Cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here

It's rough out here, you'll get snuffed out here

Trunked, stuffed and even handcuffed out her



Who me? nah potna, your barkin up the wrong tree

I'm cutthoat, keep thump thang on me

I aim good, I throw these thangs good

And me and that nigga Vital, we from the same hood

The Country Club, where niggaz love to nub

Push Scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub

It's so rough, so tough out here baby

We got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby

Come out here baby, come visit the Bay

Like them boys in LA nigga we don't play

With the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin

Nigga you ain't got no bitches, you ain't gettin your trippin

I'm yokin and dippin, totin my equipment

Gone off a fifth, floatin and I'm trippin

Me and Vital, nigga we finna put a hit out

Yet the game is rough boy we tryin to get out