Back In My Hood

Show & Party Arty & Big L - Rap
Back In My Hood
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Lyrics
[Big L] Ayo, Showbiz, man I had this bugged out dream last night That I was the devil's son, B I was doin some ill shit [Unknown man, possibly Show or Party] Rest in peace, Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough Gotta put it in my stash and lay low Honeys used to walk right past years ago Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't flow For real, son, it's a new rebel in town Playa for life, picture L, settlin down Whenever I'm around, on yo girl's face is a smile Never coppin out, I'm takin all my cases to trial I know my team's the best, you never seen me stress I be extremely fresh in the green TS How I'm livin, so boss well, you can't scar L Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel While y'all be on the street, callin us [?] I'm out buyin the finest things money can buy I keep the ghetto, but still I'm a fly fellow Who love the cuties, no matter if they dark skin or high yellow And corny rappers I scar and disgrace None of my bills got [?] More love to all the big willie crews and cliques That's stackin [?] and chips, makin moves with bricks [Verse 2: Party Arty] [?] spin it, stunnin like baby did it GD get dirty, all crazy with it Come from Broadway, to the hallway, we did it Smokin all day, [?] he hid it Check out the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese And before I finish, I'm accepting a pile of G's Son, I gotta squeeze it, all y'all niggas in here Strange dirty bitch niggas in here, I'm like a bike Switch bitches in gear, you like Mike Boutta end your career, bigger than fear, my niggas is here Fuck Cristal, gimme a beer, my cars come with rims, jiggy and fear I come with Timbs, I'm tired of niggas trying to rap in my hood Ain't the first time you get smacked in my hood Yap in my hood, clapped in my hood I'm tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood Dog, why you up in my space? (Talkin crazy) Spittin all up in my face, gun tucked in my waist Blunt sunk in my face, I let my niggas hit yo bitch first Fuck it, I'll wait, I'm in touch with my ace, son, I'm destined to do it Son, I flow like more niggas testin the fluid I am the [?], son who you tryin to be? I think that nigga's doin a little too much admiring me Stop it
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Credits
- Writers
- Party Arty
- Big L
- Show