Hood Rules - K Rino

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Hood curriculum

We bust you like lead blocks, pinpoint like red dots

Start taking aim, nothing to the body only head shots

Grind hard and move weight, all work at a fixed rate

Jack a fool today then tomorrow sell him a mixtape

Our paper’s roll like bowl game, the more love the more pain

Hustlers on a highway with a trunk load full of cocaine

We leave you at a standstill, hit you like an anvil

Acting like you gangster when you not can get a man killed

We hit up without knowing, every tooth in ya mouth gone

Got love for all my hood chicks from Hallistock to South Lawn

Come down with ya price man, we ain’t gonna say it twice man

My hood holds the records for most cats murdered in dice games

Whether rich man or poor man, I never feared no man

My foe ran, I chased him down and trapped him with my slow hand

And every street’s a fast street, thirteen year-olds blast heat

And every five or ten minutes a hater gets his ass beat

If they disrespect the hood rules knock them down fast

One thing and we don’t like is people playing with our cash

If you scared to ride say that, gangsters don’t play that

Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body gonna lay at

You better get your pride up before them killers ride up

You walk inside your crib and find your whole family tied up

Them boys is on the down low, speaking with they close friends

And the average girl done messed around with more women than most men

We stack loot like Plywood from your hood to my hood

I hate to see my people broke I’d help 'em all if I could

You hungry, get your head right and then go and get your bread straight

Anybody in your clique who ain’t about paper is dead weight

Snitching will get you head black, attack and blow your wig back

You parked your car at night off in the projects, shouldn’ta did that

And hustle is a chess game, better make the right move

And boys committing more crimes in the daylight than the night fool

If Plan A don’t work out, I’ll push it up to Plan Z

The only language I speak is money in my hand, G

And never trust nobody man the whole game is wicked

Boys selling out quick as two dollar Super Bowl tickets

I’m from the city where they glorify bullshit like codeine

Half the dudes I grew up with either sell dope or dope-fiends

But it’s to fight and who got partners better bring the right ones

When it comes to cop sometimes the black ones be worse than the white ones

Had a deal to pump your bread up, they jacked you when y’all met up

The chick you was in love with was the one that had you set up

And long after you bail out, I’m staying on my mail route

And still gon' hold it down for every soldier in the jailhouse

Man these streets won’t let you pass, rob you fast without a mask

Leave your ass on the side of the road like a motherfucking car that ran out of

gas

Boys get on you like a rash, keep your dough and look for cash

Went to the room with a prostitute then fell asleep and she beat you and took

your stash

If you keep it one hundred I’ll promise it’s all good fool

Whatever town you live in you better learn these hood rules

And hope you suck the knowledge up, the shife don’t even try it

'Cause by the time you learn the game is too late to apply it