Neighborhood

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ralo] At night I think about it, them niggas can't without me Them bitches tried to doubt me, a nigga came up out it One thing about it, niggas ain't 'bout it, you was just talking How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? they was surround me How could they give it and take it from us? All of my niggas done made it with us Fuck all them haters, they can't get in touch I was impatient, I was in a rush I just been ballin' and making that money I came from nothing, I made it, I promise Fuck all that comments, the hatin' abundance Tell them I want this 'cause nobody done this I just been stacking it up They did not show me no love, I got this shit out the mud I stood in front of that judge, I didn't have much, I barely made it to court I love my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the world Tell her I did it for her, I did it for her, she still my favorite lil girl [Chorus: Birdman] Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood Bust guns and don't trip nigga Play around and get flipped nigga Hustle, this for them Crips nigga We do this shit just for them flips nigga We all gravy in my neighborhood We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood [Verse 2: Ralo] I'm in the bricks, I'm in the bricks, don't come in the bricks I'm with your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the dick Ralo pull up in that Wraith in the Bluff None of these niggas can take it from us Fuck what it was, lil ho we does We just be fucking these hoes just because Fuck their opinion, I know that I did it All of my niggas gon' handle their business I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning None of my niggas been broke in a minute All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's because of my bracelet You see the look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating Tell 'em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again, look where my niggas have been, yeah I just got out of the pen, now I get rich off a pen, yeah They just remember me selling dope I used to live at that yellow store That lil nigga doing better though I ain't ever going back to broke [Chorus: Birdman] Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood Bust guns and don't trip nigga Play around and get flipped nigga Hustle, this for them Crips nigga We do this shit just for them flips nigga We all gravy in my neighborhood We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood [Verse 3: Derez De'Shon] Time is money, got the Rollie and the scale on me On the highway with no license and them bales on me I got a stick on me right now, that loud talking, better pipe down 'Fore I catch a body right now, yeah, yeah, I'm talking right now I'm from southside, Clayton County 'Fore you try it better think about it Rex Road, niggas bang about it Everybody having paper round me Most of these niggas be lying Most of these niggas be lying, never committed a crime Pull out that fire and they crying, what's on the back of your mind? I'm on that mob shit like Lil Hitty I'm stealing, we rob shit, and we killin' No swiping no card shit, in the trenches Got dope in the closet and the skillets Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood Before you cross me better be cautious in my neighborhood, yeah [Chorus: Birdman] Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood Bust guns and don't trip nigga Play around and get flipped nigga Hustle, this for them Crips nigga We do this shit just for them flips nigga We all gravy in my neighborhood We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, you understand? Bright lights and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ikes, you dig? Spark for my dead homies And I ride for my niggas, nigga Hustle, we hustle, hustle nigga We get the money, go to trippin' nigga Put that gauge to your head nigga Open safes or you're dead nigga Brrat, Rich Gang or don't, Rich Gang or don't, yeah It's Rich Gang or don't Lil Ralo, I'm fuckin' with you nigga Derez, I'm ridin' with you nigga London, we out here boy Three-oh-five-oh-four Heater, we bust a nigga, we bust a nigga We bust a nigga, then blaow One hundred, let's get it