Boys In The Hood
(Chorus: JTĆ Mariø)
Now I ain't never had to be a suspect
But I'm with a bunch of killers from the projects
It's hard to keep a hundred motorcycles piled up in the motherfucking yard like the last samurai
We gone ride
And I call them if I ever need help
Pull up six deep, strapped like a seat belt
I ain't gonna tell ya who got the female but they got her on the low, if you tryna resell and that's real shit
You at the bottom fucking next to nothing
If I holler at your girl then I bet she coming
You wanna save her then you better bring a vest or something
Man a shotty blast'll give a nigga chest reduction
Better think about before you start acting tough
Mess around and get both eyes blackened up
Better pass that shit like you pass a blunt
Cause you ain't got to be a pirate to get Captain Crunch
(Verse 1: JTĆ Mariø)
I came through, knocking out like Mike Tyson
If you try to touch my chain then you know we fighting
I know a brick that goes for many prices
I'm tryna shine from the floor til the floor heighten
Man my grandma in the grave probably smiling at me
I got the Bengal jets like I play for Cincinnati
I got the mula like my name was Matty
Damien lob it up and I'ma catch a alley
I don't even care, I'ma do me
I'm rocking with the gang, JTC
Ya get popped a couple times with the 33
Better have insurance, AARP
(Verse 2: Lil Walls)
Take my chain, we fighting
Shooting shit like Spike Lee
The world is cold like Ice Tea
Opp niggas won't try me
All I want is the money
Blue Hundreds, Green Dubs
Leave you flat like a rug
Boy you bark bark like a pug
JTC, that's the gang
Disrespect? Spill your brain
(Chorus: JTĆ Mariø)
Now I ain't never had to be a suspect
But I'm with a bunch of killers from the projects
It's hard to keep a hundred motorcycles piled up in the motherfucking yard like the last samurai
We gone ride
And I call them if I ever need help
Pull up six deep, strapped like a seat belt
I ain't gonna tell ya who got the female but they got her on the low, if you tryna resell and that's real shit
You at the bottom fucking next to nothing
If I holler at your girl then I bet she coming
You wanna save her then you better bring a vest or something
Man a shotty blast'll give a nigga chest reduction
Better think about before you start acting tough
Mess around and get both eyes blackened up
Better pass that shit like you pass a blunt
Cause you ain't got to be a pirate to get Captain Crunch
(Verse 3: JTC Chris)
You either reading them books or moving them bricks
Can't see with the stacks, niggas say you ain't shit
Stay strapped up cause niggas don't wanna get wrapped up
Fresh out the pin, niggas back in the trap house
Harassed by the Po-Po cause they thought you was slanging
Shot him in the PJs cause they thought you was banging
Run to the hood and rep your clique
Niggas bout that money and you ain't bout shit
Real til I die, fuck nigga never
Go against the team, bitch you know better
Pussy boy killer, skrilla go get her
Scotia nigga ain't no place realer
(Chorus: JTĆ Mariø)
Now I ain't never had to be a suspect
But I'm with a bunch of killers from the projects
It's hard to keep a hundred motorcycles piled up in the motherfucking yard like the last samurai
We gone ride
And I call them if I ever need help
Pull up six deep, strapped like a seat belt
I ain't gonna tell ya who got the female but they got her on the low, if you tryna resell and that's real shit
You at the bottom fucking next to nothing
If I holler at your girl then I bet she coming
You wanna save her then you better bring a vest or something
Man a shotty blast'll give a nigga chest reduction
Better think about before you start acting tough
Mess around and get both eyes blackened up
Better pass that shit like you pass a blunt
Cause you ain't got to be a pirate to get Captain Crunch