So Hood - Messy Marv, Daz Dillinger, Guce

Hell yeah…

E-A-Ski, CMT track… ha ha ha

Yeah Bullys Wit Fullys part 3

Messy Marv, Guce, Fillmoe', Hunters Point, it don’t stop, let’s go

I’m switchin' lanes with them stunnas on my face

Chop in the trunk, wally on my waist

Back in the game nigga feelin' like Mase

Red J Jonas with the red shoe lace

Deuces on the load, rocks in my load

The ice in my mouth keep my Nextel froze

Have you ever seen a scrape with the Lamborghini doors

Bitch I thizz and play with my nose

The girls, the girls they love me

It’s the project lover

But I’m gang banger, and a drug smuggler

Gucey Guce, dope boy with the cake mix

I’m naked with it in the kitchen doin' late shift

See I been bout it, other niggas rap about it

If you got it cuz, then blood better ask about it

We in the drama, bangin' the hammers, orangutans

Goin' bananas in the game, throwin' up the gang

When I roll up, streets show love

I just wanna be on the block with my thugs

I just wanna sit in the drop on my dubs

Open up the doors and turn the beat up, cause

I’m from the ghetto baby, I’m from the hood

When in my ghetto baby, I know I’m good

These niggas got toolies but that ain’t no heat

I’ll slap one of you niggas like a E-A-Ski beat

I had these Girbauds on full bout a week

Ya boy look grimy but the money look sweet

You got me fucked up, bitch this the Bay

Me and every niggas do this shit all day

I’ll lay everybody down in the room

But whatever I do I’mma stay a tycoon

Aaaa…

What you know bout bricks and traps

Bullys Wit Fullys is a gang in all black and strapped

I’m not a rapper, I’m a street nigga

I’m so hungry with this heat tryin' to eat nigga

Real talk we in this bitch buyin' out the bar

Talk shit I’ll make this cold iron hot to yo jaw

Represent gangstas, two step hustlers

Hands in the air you gettin' cookies on sight

Stunna on mine, and all on a ho

Richmond, Vallejo, the City, and the O

Gang dog Blood, oh what you didn’t know

Good weed in my mouth, mac on the floor

You ridin' with a star, bitch feelin' like whoa

She feelin' like stay but I’m feelin' like go

And I ain’t got nothin' against the new bay

I used to ride through with Fab nigga back in the day

You already know Bullys Wit Fullys is so hood

Guce and Tay now we got Mess, the nigga so hood

Pill Music got you sort of like some wet wet

You in the club gang bangin' throwin' up ya set

Me and Mess dog runnin' the game

600 back to back dog huggin' the lane

Yeah this .50 Cal., make it worth ya while

Everybody goin' dumb off a half of pound