[Hook 8X]
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If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here
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[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
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Terror town, no limit gang, MB, we let pistols ring
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Lil Bibby, I dare a nigga try to jump silly, lot of new niggas trying to
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Fuck with me, I don't fuck with guys that ain't 150, and the opps scared
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To come near me, cause you know a nigga keep the pump with me; I be posted up with my
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Crew nigga, trigger happy, we shoot niggas - move around, who is you, nigga?
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Who is you, nigga?
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My little niggas do take downs with the trey pound, put your face down
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If he don't get down, make him lay down - if he try to run, get chased down
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Let him hear how the eight sound, now they got yellow tape 'round
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They was sleep, but they awake now, and my hood don't play around
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[Hook 8X]
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If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here
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[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
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If you ain't from the Eight Block, better move around, ain't no walking on the
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Set bitch, cause we reckless, we'll shoot him down - work a nigga like he
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Losing pounds, Vito City, our name ranging, throwing signs we
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Gang banging, Black Mob ain't no shit, don't tell shooter
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We name-changing, that's on the guys, run up on him with the black Mag
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In the black mask, leave him on his ass, we whacking shit, and that's no surprise
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If you lowkey, better hope it last, cause we on that, and I don't think y'all
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Want that, leave a nigga stinking on Colfax, speeding in the Lincoln
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No throwback, now I'm back up on the Essex block, .30 poppers with a
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Extra Glock, my niggas got 47 sweating hot, so you better run when that beretta cocked
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[Hook 9X]
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If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here
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My Hood
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| Lil Herb |
