Hood Star

Yuh! Hypnotize Minds,

Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down

Life is beautiful man

But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?

You help a man out just for him to dog you out

Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

So you crack this weed

It's respect that'll cost my nigga

Double back through the water if you cross a nigga

It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga

And get lost my nigga

I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken

I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!

Sixteen inches on my Impala

Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small

They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall

The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony

If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him

Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him

Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him

But none of that surprise me I done been through it all

17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul

I done seen the real, I done seen the fake

I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake

Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS

They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave

First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach

And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's

The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change

See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain

You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks

Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go

Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick

I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits

But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off

Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off

The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin

So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n