Hood Blues (Acapella)

Hood Blues (Acapella) - DMX/Westside Gunn/BENNY THE BUTCHER/Conway the Machine

Lyrics by：Earl Simmons/Kasseem Dean/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Damon Pennick/Demond Price/Marlene Moore/Avery Chambliss

Composed by：Earl Simmons/Kasseem Dean/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Damon Pennick/Demond Price/Marlene Moore/Avery Chambliss

Rrr come on brr

What

What

Brr

Ayo ayo

Rr

I'm in the hood

Ah

Eighty K house million dollar neck

Uh huh ah

Shot off two hundred rounds n***as know where we at

Brr brr yeah

My coke be the best talk no steps

Uh huh ah

Headshot took off his whole left

Boo boo boo boo boo boo boom

Margiela kicks Margiela sweats

I'm on the yard doin' burpees me Drop and Fresh

Ah

My shooter layin' low he got a new body

Boo boo boo boom Uh uh uh uh

I spray the Tesla X you need a new body

Skrrt

fifty K got my b***h a new body

Ah

You internet n***as y'all punani

Rrr ah

The Ace of Spades sipper yay dealer

Pray five times a day get on the wave n***a

Ayy ayy ah

Baddest b***h you ever seen doin' my braids n***a

Rrr

The Tech echo like it got delays n***a

D**n

Your s**t ain't s**t get out the way n***a

Uh huh

New Yeezys only me and Ye with 'em

Yeah ah

Pay attention

Uh

Four on the baby come back then leave seven

Uh uh

Guarantee into the rec' yard I got the weapon

Ow ah

The Butcher comin' n***a

Yo uh come on

You know how I rock six figures off Zaza

Uh huh

Come and spend at my shop

Uh huh

I turn your hood to a hotspot

Uh huh

Every game I feel like I'm Dame without a stopwatch

Uh huh

Shootin' before the shot clock Griselda got the top spot

Oh

Locked down like a pawn shop n***a

Yeah

I'm thinkin' Why not

Uh huh

I gave my life to the game but what do I got

Father these n***as how

I don't even know my pops

Ayy ayy ayy

This flip phone that I got don't connect to the Wifi

Uh huh this new foreign s**t with the wood on the door

Rrr

Got me beefin' with some n***as I could've put on

Rrr that's f**ked up

They make up lies and put 'em in songs

They do yeah

I pull up to lots cop and down the block hear me pull in the yard

Skrrt

Yeah prayin' with my dirty hands

With my dirty hands

I did dirt and scammed I'm askin' God Do I deserve these bands

Do I deserve these bands

And we from murder land eastside s**t

Jeans PURPLE BRAND

Ah

Ridin' in the GLE the turtle van

Talk to 'em ah

Ah look you throwin' shots

You better be precise

Uh huh

If I only squeeze it twice that's me bein' polite

Okay facts

We was in the trenches n***a four chicken wings and rice

Yeah

The shooter fourteen

Yeah

Can't read or write but he gon' squeeze his pipe

What

We was tryna sell a key a night

'Cause Nas said a G at night wasn't good enough and he was right

Talk to 'em

They mad I'm rich the same n***as that wouldn't see my plight

Spit that s**t

The Nets playin' I'm ridin' to the game with KD tonight yeah

What up n***a

Rrr

Machine b***h every beat I body

Ah

My n***a on his way home he just beat a body

Beat a body

Every time I leave the house I got the steamer by me

I got it on me uh uh uh

My jacket a one of none you never seen it probably

Woo hah

I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man

Weapon possession and felony assault

You good n***a

What

Whippin' up at Unc house he keep the resi' off the fork

Keep that

I'm Kyrie hittin' n***as with the hezy on the court look

Woo

I reached the point n***as never would've thought

Ah

'Cause every time I drop somethin' I don't never get support f**k 'em

Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

FN MAC shots severin' your corpse

You never could extort me my heart cold as February 4th

What

Talk to 'em

They hate to see me win I'm not surprised

Ayy ayy ayy ayy

N***a I'm f**kin the b***hes them bum b***hes you f**ks idolize

Hahahaha

I'm in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin' lobster fries

Rrr

Vee &Shooter with me I got mobster ties

Uh huh

Machine b***h

What

I grew up at the dark side apartheid

Where goin' against the grain'll get you kidnapped and hogtied

Uh what

X the illest n***a realest n***a

Never been scared

Uh

I'm a fearless n***a

Come on

I got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders

N***a

Cats that play in the street

Man

Get ran over

Rrr

I'ma make you hand over everything you got

I'm not the average

Motherf**ker

Do damage 'cause I'm a savage

Sometimes I can't manage all the s**t in my head

I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead

Hey

Turn the light I was bred to shed blood

Uh uh uh

It's always gonna be f**k you n***a what

What

Built for war raw this 44 will hit you through the door

You exist no more

C'mon get it c'mon

I done punk'd more n***as than Ashton Kutcher

C'mon c'mon

It's Westside Conway X and Benny the Butcher n***a

Get like you lit n***a

Get how you f**kin' lit n***a

You know what the f**k it is

Rrr

You know what the f**k it is n***a

I ain't fifty years old for nothing aight

I'm not fifty years old for nothing

We active n***a we active we active

F**k outta here p***y a*s n***as

I'm from a small town called Wish a n***a would

And I wish a n***a would

Outta here arf