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This Is For Lyrics

This is for the streets and the Hood
This for the people who want to see whats good
This is for the people thats down about being down and out
or for my 3 strike n***** tryn' to flee on foot
for my n***** that'll merk that Kay off
or for all my dudes that'll work that ye' off
or if you got to go to work no days off
or if you got a job no days off
Like f*** a million off rap
this if you dealn' out crack or if feel out apps im feeln' you scrap
The city housing sealn' his crack
so if you boostn' stealn'off rack
like f*** whateva moms instill in you black
now lets take the ghetto and go deep inside
where they always tryn' to keep s*** quiet
keep s*** private keep divdied they don't want america to see inside it
They don't want america see the riots
act a fool like when they blast the tool
like when they probin' they mobin ain't no option
they be doin what they hav to dooo
dudes is snitchn' and it's narcs on the strip so I guess they got a new suspicion
dude is trickin' cash is low so on the weekend probaly got the naval stripin
stack outs I need a way out and when I make out trust Im stay out
and I'll be caked out that's a safe route look ya with each other allday now
cuz im sick of all coner bodega's chinese joints and liquor stores
Like just get rid of it all
it only exbit for n***** ta fall but n***** is quick to ignore
prohibitn' n***** to soar or grippin' the pistols and 4s'
and gettin you n***** in court and fill the prison wit ya
is n***** forgetn' the system is bored
persistence on ditch the pigs wit the sticks and the horse
live wit the pigeons up north wit you positioning for etc.
no the hood won't hold me down I stay one step ahead of ya
and if it come down to it I'll die for this dudes lose the life over pettya
the mugn' the rapes the lootn' the shoot' the danger the rage and the fury
bangn'(?) cage and the jury
they all out for me I got a mouth to feed
so f*** stress my baby mom givesss
f*** stick up boys and the foes that know where my baby mom lives
im back in that rented or that wit the tags tented
stash in it tryn' to grow but im trap in it n****
Glass tinted n**** (on) bad temper n**** (on) ah blat in a n****
yea Im pass ventn' n**** chill let me breathe (exhales)
At times I get upset when Im tryn' to rep and it's always a n**** in debit
and he's always a n**** that step and he's always a n**** you met
and he's always the n**** you let
Hoods filthy Veron(?) sinnin' the hood is guilty
double edge sword cuz the hood ah kill BUT the hood feels me
if you make out pour the glass up
heres the toast m***********
This the oath m****f***er
This the GROWTH m****f****
Now this is for the streets
n***** holdn blocks down for keeps
Keep it commin there bodies tryn' ta eat yes
Now this for my home where I lay my dome to rest
This for all my n***** smoking Cess
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The Album Before The Album (2007)