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House Gang Animalz f/ Raekwon, Why - Kidz from Da Hood lyrics
[Raekwon]
 Kidz from the Hood is more dangerous
 Everybody vest up, all the shot callers with aim, stick
 From three pound, automatic is nasty, raspberry color
 My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
 Goodness gracious, more lazers, watch my family
 Had these niggas, these niggas got more Rae shit
 Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
 He didn't die, but he coped the hearing aid, son
 New shit, New Balance click, true blue sixes burst
 The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
 The next paragraph might excite you, enlighten you
 To get up, get hype a little, bust rifles through him
 I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
 Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
 Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
 How these young niggas get money, the tongue speaks so raspy, yo
 [Why]
 I'm here to teach these niggas how to, handle the pot, like
 Scramble the rock, dog, I'm hurtin' the block, like
 Dirty signed with The Roc, word to my pops
 Front on my team and that thang-a-rang, my gang'll bang
 My life is like a horror movie, so ya'll can hardly move me
 Come through your block on a Harley, sprayin' a uzi
 Got killas on a payroll, killas on the lay low
 Niggas that'll kill when I say so
 Turn rappers to Ma$e, four/fifth tear up half of your face
 Chef, move, I got him, he laced, broad day
 Jump out the whip, pop your bitch, all we do, is powerful tipsHouse Gang Animalz f/ Raekwon, Why - Kidz from Da Hood - http://motolyrics.com/house-gang-animalz-f-raekwon-why/kidz-from-da-hood-lyrics.html
 [Carlton Fisk]
 Time waits for no man, the clock is tickin'
 Still bubble crack, watch the little man from the kitchen
 Guns in the closet, packs in the Ac' for pitching
 Haters can't stop a prophet, march and start snitchin'
 Rims spinnin', Loose Linx came expensive
 No cars we movin' in, lease to rent it
 Dangerous ground, guerilla nigga shakin' it down
 Escape from N.Y., we paintin' the town
 Actual fact, Carlton Fisk, the fugitive's back
 Breakin' bread with made men, so look for the silence of mayhem
 [La Banga]
 Yo, I was down, I was up, now it's back to me, back down
 These cutthroat niggas, had made me step up my cracks now
 They ran with my secrets, I would tell them, they watch it
 And they peep it, a lot of them niggas came from under me, and
 Those be the ones most defective
 To build a sick strategy on rapping method, give 'em E for effort
 Gotta send 'em a message, without talkin' that shit could get hectic
 Money first, and friendship is second
 Superior's La, inferior's ya'll
 Don't make me worry it, ya'll, cut friendship ain't necessary at all
 Get down or lay down, I'm suggestin' a call
 I got drugs and I'm gettin' them all
 I still got a lot of problems on my chest, and I'm gettin' 'em off
 I suppose that ya'll know that though
 So when I get paid, escape a payback, like I owed that dough













