[Don Bishop Agallah] Every day real Bloods back down, leave it alone Listen Battlefornia's not your home, it's New York n***a Even in the Chi boy I be in the zone Amongst the G's I roam alone why? I'm still New York n***a And done I thought homies on the Island was whylin Hand you a buck fifty up on your face while smilin Motherf**ers was violent, if you didn't remain silent Never snitch on a ganglord, boss or a tyrant Coulda survived if I had to, do it again Go to jail for the same ratchets and use 'em again Come home from prison time and do this music again d**h is the outcome deceivin amongst men Yeah I out son, attitude is fu*k THEM Wet the whole industry, y'all sh** out of luck then In the booth, just gimme that big bottle of Henn' And I'ma get this East coast sh** poppin again, ya heard me? [Outro: repeat 2X] Yeah, the hood is back man For good we back man, with hoods and crack cans Yeah, you should relax chump We could attack punks with hoods and macs up