Big Moe - n***a From the Hood lyrics

[Hook] Too many n***as, trying to take me off of my game Just a n***a from the hood, that did a lil' somethin' good Now they all, wanna jock my fame But when I coming down, in my foreign And I'm rolling one deep, that should tell you about me I don't give a damn about, none of you hoes I blast on sight, cause I ain't tripping no mo' [Z-Ro] You can't knock my hustle, ain't no games gone be played Peppin' haters a hundred miles away, through 'Sace shades Coming down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak I keep on rolling mean mugging, as I pull on a sweet I gave the groove back to Stella, because I knock down yellas Keep a 4 for myself, and a 4-4 for the jealous Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping That they run up on Z-Ro, I leave they flesh wide open Let them take me for what, cause I'd be damned if I slip Baretta beam in the club, same thang on my hip Another case like that, if you don't think I bring hat Run on up and I'ma bust, and flip your brain like crack [Hook] [Z-Ro] Nothing but dollars we clock, show after show we gon rock Pimping hoes in the five double O, and baby mamas gon jock What the f** is the deal, somebody pa** me the k** Rubatussin and marijuana, with Tylenol pills Don't let a snitch see my dope, cause the snitches gon squeel If they play with my freedom, you know a coffin gon fill n***as be working with laws, I'm gon work on they jaws Putting snitches in ditches, cause I know they be tal'n bout Every move that I make, that's why I be solo when I bake Cooking up in the kitchen, come up with a ounce with no flakes For goodness sake get back, before my finger start itching Better believe when I relieve my stress, you might come up missing I don't be kissing no a**, take a hit and dump the ash I'ma chop on 20's, with sparkling oak on my dash I'm too low to descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the Vibe [Hook] [Z-Ro] Remember back in '94, they use to laugh at me baby Now it's year two triple O, broads be after me baby Can you recall when I was walking, now I hide behind tint Cause being in a drop with a Escallade, I know you want to know where I went I got a b**h named Lucy, for me she sell her coochie Fly to Japan and China for lunch, when I feel like sushi Sin to the day we fall, we ball out of control Everyday at my low key location, hoes fall out of they clothes Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 Glock gunner Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran, smelling plex among new comers How you love a platinum plaque, that means I'm already gold It ain't no joke I'm in the sto', five hundred thousand already sold I'm throwed off in the mind, mic and producer and booms no reap in the wine Smoke to relax my mind, red hair skunk or lemon lime f** a neuse a n***a might go thet there, to the po-po why pop it Giving out my phone number on the daily, cause it won't hurt my pocket [Hook] (*talking*) Man what's the god damn deal, Southside Northside Eastside Westside It's your boy Z-Ro, knocking down the door in year two triple O S.U.C. for life, Screw-U it's for you baby Heavy Weighters, my n***a Toon, R-O, Big M-O-E Z to the Ro, Geurilla Maab affiliated know what I'm saying Putting it down, new millennium it's ours get that baby