[Intro Cappadonna Minus] Yeah Minus, Cappadon Yessa Yessa my Lord, its real up in here Yes You know how we do, Hood LLC, this go out to everyone that Graduated And everybody that didnt, straight up and down yo Yeah, uh huh, theres no turning back, the true sound, yo [Cappadonna] Its more lonely at the bottom then it is at the top More brothas climbing it out, making it hot Its me, straight hustler, be counted alot Cappadon seen brothas get stabbed and shot Im in the hood with yall for real, ready to rock And I hold the big shit like BIG and Pac Cmon test my Glock, yeah, test my Glock Cmon test my Glock, yeah, test my Glock [Minus] Yo Ive been around for a while, so I seen some shit Held it down for a minute from the Bean to the Sticks I get the sound when Im spitting while yall clowns is basic I move pounds from the killa to the green to the chips Yall should face it, Im sayin I should ease a bit But like the Sox, cuz nobody can say they believed in em Cuz when I drop, Imma grab hold and squeeze shit I bet you never the the Bean had some heat like this [Chorus X2 Sample Cappadonna] Oh, Im holding More dollars sense Yes, Im holding More love knowledge Oh, Im holding More bricks chips Oh, Im holding More dollars sense Yes, Im holding More love knowledge Oh, Im holding More bricks chips And yall gon love the hits Yes, Im holding And yall gon love this shit [Krumbsnatcha] Realize this realizm, living life on the edge When your hoods at war with police and the feds Schitzophrenic, paranoid, with the ratch in my waist Anybody out of luck could get put back in their place Catchin case after case, man, streets is real Till the judge give you numbers the size of football deals And appeals cost a fortune, every block hot and scorching Nowadays the only way you gettin paid is by extorting Coffin cherry red, many dead up in the box Violent for many years, why you think its gon stop? Only thing we look for, money and some cooked raw Feels like a recession, so why you think we crook for Bootleg liquor, drinkin squeeze, little gs Bloody keys that be spreading through the streets like a disease We sieze opportunities, blessing our communities Everybody for delf, theres no hope for unity [Chorus] [Minus] Started writing rhymes by the age of thirteen Bout the shit I dealt with and learned in the streets Hustle hard son, thats why Im getting known in the scene Guess Im just a kid from the hood who fathered a dream And grew up, in fact, Ive always been a fan of the game From WuTang, to Biggie, to even Dr. Dre Its like I learned from the best in every possible way I give my all on every record, every one of them bang Thats how I got this far, thats why I run so hard Its why Im never gon stop till Im popular Came up man, Im always gon rep for def Till Im seeing record sales cuz Im lining the shelves Yeah, so whatchu know aobut the shit I went through? To get where Im at and where Im about to head to From runnin on the streets to getting live in the booth On tracks with Krumb, beef, I ??? as Wu [Chorus] [Outro Cappadonna] Yessa yessa, real music, 2005, we gon make it this time kid More money, for real, more dollars, more love, more knowledge Yessa yessa, throw ya joint up, uh huh, if you got hiphop on your mind What, uh
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