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Yo, yo, yo, yeah Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces Yeah, yo Real shit only, yeah Super Bowl champs celebrate like me With Escobar cigars let me say my peace Money attract money, statewide hustlers Jewelry sellers exposed by these fake watch busters And they ain't teach savin' monеy to young niggas Young warriors I wanna see them all in position Best to have it on you, hopе you don't go down for possession Mom's puttin' up the house to bail you out when arrested How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one Flyin' down the 101, right under the Cali' sun Junior Mafia out the subs, shorty calling me, "Son" If one clique make a million today it probably be us Probably because my Midas touch for viral stuff Rappers wanna shoot up the studio they tired of us We know that controversy sells, so y'all good When I drop they hear me on every block, hood to hood Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie Hood to hood Far Rock, East New York, QB Compton, Long Beach, IE Letras de cancionesHood to hood Southside Chicago, players in the D Hood to hood If we all made niggas, then why is we beefin'? When them Jewish brothers be chillin' Shabbat Friday evening Even in jail I hear the Latins got eachother back Not us, we jump each other for the phone it comes to blacks Don't worry about nobody else tryin' to energy match Sense any cap and that's when I really attack I'm OJ with the memorabilia had to steal it back Like the Nas flow we be hearin' on the tracks Stop that my guy, you are not that my guy That feeling to be a king, can't top that my guy King's Disease I'm still poppin' these young things Got me thinkin' like Amerie, "It's This One Thing" Floaties in the pool, got drones over the roof Just like Drakeo The Ruler, my nigga, we know the truth I put out dangerous thought I'm convinced it's a mixture of Paisley Park Prince with Supreme Team Prince Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem Hood to hood Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit Soundview On the West side, in the Jungles, to the 60s Hood to hood Out in O-town, to Vallejo, where the pimps be Hood to hood DC got big ol' guns B'More got big ol' guns ATL got big ol' guns and big ol' buns and big ol' funds, yeah Miami got lots of sun, yeah Dade County got big ol' guns, yeah Stop messin' around, put the pistols down Or, we all will soon be done, dead Hood to hood to mansion to mansion That's the new version of hood to hood Yeah, new excursions, yeah Block parties, on the block, the new block Your house and my house, ha-ha Hood to hood From Letras Mania