[Hook x2]
[Akon Samples: "Blaq Poet"]
(When I come to the hood)
You know what's poppin'
(Ain't nuttin changed)
You know what's on
(When I come to the hood)
[Verse 1]
It's like woooo-aaahhh!
Ain't nuttin' changed 'Po whatchu gonna do man?
We still gettin' money, b****** still actin' funny
They wanna hold somethin, can't get s*** from me
I'm back on the block, passin' the rock
Got my young squad, you don't want 'em b******s to pop
Rhyme veteran ready to get it in
Way before fif I was hated by many men
When I come to the hood, you know I'm creepin'
Leave you leakin', missiles heat seekin'
Nuttin' to talk about, fo' pound in your mouth
New York in the house, I dare you to walk it out
Straight menace, fight to the finish
n***** get demolished, diminished I mean business
Millionaire rappers still wanna envy me
They wish they was mini-me, I'm sick on any beat
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
n***** need those
I'm on a hill, where all the fiends go
Big bottle of yack, the big gat
n***** fall back, I got the biggest c***
And when it's time to go, I go hard
f*** the police they got a job, I got a job
Ain't nuttin' changed, except the weather
Except the chedda, except a n**** got betta
After all these years and all these beers
I got n***** still running in fear, why?
I ain't killin' nuttin', I ain't lettin' nuttin' die
n***** know the repercussions if they f****** try
Shine up, stand up and a puffy eye
Besides that? Blaq Poet, a lovely guy
Run around have fun in the hood
Get love from my thuns when I come in the hood
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't nuttin' changed
n***** still pumping the rain
Things still come from the train
Still gotta tell them m********** no change
n***** still on the block, holdin' em thangs
Some disappeared like m************ Blaine
Some got hang, some comin' home, some in the zone
They all can't wait 'til I tell 'em that it's on
Blaq Poet army across New York
Ya'll n***** don't even talk, You done prim with a fork
Screwball disciples get at you
n***** don't like you, baseball bat you
Or sit up on a roof, and snipe you
Miles away, 50 cal rifle
A real gangsta is good in any hood
A real goon comin' soon to your hood
[Hook]
[Akon Samples: "Blaq Poet"]
(When I come to the hood)
You know what's poppin'
(Ain't nuttin changed)
You know what's on
(When I come to the hood)
[Verse 1]
It's like woooo-aaahhh!
Ain't nuttin' changed 'Po whatchu gonna do man?
We still gettin' money, b****** still actin' funny
They wanna hold somethin, can't get s*** from me
I'm back on the block, passin' the rock
Got my young squad, you don't want 'em b******s to pop
Rhyme veteran ready to get it in
Way before fif I was hated by many men
When I come to the hood, you know I'm creepin'
Leave you leakin', missiles heat seekin'
Nuttin' to talk about, fo' pound in your mouth
New York in the house, I dare you to walk it out
Straight menace, fight to the finish
n***** get demolished, diminished I mean business
Millionaire rappers still wanna envy me
They wish they was mini-me, I'm sick on any beat
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
n***** need those
I'm on a hill, where all the fiends go
Big bottle of yack, the big gat
n***** fall back, I got the biggest c***
And when it's time to go, I go hard
f*** the police they got a job, I got a job
Ain't nuttin' changed, except the weather
Except the chedda, except a n**** got betta
After all these years and all these beers
I got n***** still running in fear, why?
I ain't killin' nuttin', I ain't lettin' nuttin' die
n***** know the repercussions if they f****** try
Shine up, stand up and a puffy eye
Besides that? Blaq Poet, a lovely guy
Run around have fun in the hood
Get love from my thuns when I come in the hood
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't nuttin' changed
n***** still pumping the rain
Things still come from the train
Still gotta tell them m********** no change
n***** still on the block, holdin' em thangs
Some disappeared like m************ Blaine
Some got hang, some comin' home, some in the zone
They all can't wait 'til I tell 'em that it's on
Blaq Poet army across New York
Ya'll n***** don't even talk, You done prim with a fork
Screwball disciples get at you
n***** don't like you, baseball bat you
Or sit up on a roof, and snipe you
Miles away, 50 cal rifle
A real gangsta is good in any hood
A real goon comin' soon to your hood
[Hook]