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Bloody Neighborhood
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30 Deep Grimeyy
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Ayy, it's Blanco! Grimeyy! You know how it go It's a whole lotta' [?] sh*t, man He always cookin' sh*t It's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood It's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood It's a lot of blood, but ain't no blood, nah It's a lot of blood, but ain't no blood, nah, nah It's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood We do what we can to make that paper good It's a lot I can't explain, but still it's understood Like, you shouldn't say no names even though you knew it Don't trust any hoe, 'cause these b*t*hes'll go As soon as you go broke is as soon as she go And they settin' n***as up, they doin' 'em wrong We gon' make it out one day, but it's takin' so long Gotta' keep yo' head up, if you think you a gangsta' That's how I was raised up, my brothers was bangin' It's all up in my bloodline, my cousins was bangin' Keep that glizzy when I'm slidin', I'm clutchin' my banger Ayy, it's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood N***a slide, he wouldn't surive if he wasn't totin' tools One in the head, but it's on my side, 'cause that's just how I move Broad day, middle of the night, you 'bout to make the news This a motion film, matter fact, it's pay-per-view If you ain't gon' ride when it's time to slide, get me away from you Ain't trustin' these hoes, one thing for sure, these b*t*hes pitiful Soon as you go and lock that door, n***as'll get rid of you You know how it go from the jump so it's cool You know what to do 'less you fronted your move It's a lot of loose screws, ain't got nothin' to lose N***as dyin' left and right, am I wrong or I right, huh? It's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood We do what we can to make that paper good It's a lot I can't explain, but still it's understood Like, you shouldn't say no names even though you knew it Don't trust any hoe, 'cause these b*t*hes'll go As soon as you go broke is as soon as she go (Grimeyy!) And they settin' n***as up, they doin' 'em wrong (Ayy, ayy) We gon' make it out one day, but it's takin' so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) It's a lot of thugs in my neighborhood 'Couple n***as bangin' Blood in my neighborhood Know some n***as took some slugs in my neighborhood Everybody slangin' drugs in my neighborhood We slammin' sh*t like Triple H, but this ain't Smackdown or RAW They askin' questions 'bout some bodies, you ain't see sh*t you saw And free Dee West up out that slammer, Mr. Clap-up-yo'-car That b*t*h was dissin' on the gang 'till he got clapped at that bar Don't get caught lackin', wise-crackin', get yo' sh*t split in half Playin' ball in the field, I'm the number one [?] Jumped off the porch wit' an eighth, I was perfectin' my craft In all black, two Berettas, Grimeyy movin' like Shaq Uh, uh, uh, it's a lot of thugs in my neighborhood 'Couple n***as bangin' Blood in my neighborhood Know some n***as took some slugs in my neighborhood Everybody slangin' drugs in my neighborhood It's a lot of blood up in my neighborhood We do what we can to make that paper good It's a lot I can't explain, but still it's understood Like, you shouldn't say no names even though you knew it Don't trust any hoe, 'cause these b*t*hes'll go As soon as you go broke is as soon as she go And they settin' n***as up, they doin' 'em wrong We gon' make it out one day, but it's takin' so long
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