Hood Blues Songtext
von DMX feat. Westside Gunn, Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine

Aye yo I′m in the hood 80k house million dollar neck
Shot off 200 rounds niggas no regret
Coke be the best talk no steps
Head shot took off soleless
More jella kicks more jella sweats
I'm on to ya′ll purpose me droppin' fresh
Shooter lean though he got a new body
The Tesla X need a new body
50k got my bitch a new body
Ya'll internet niggas ya′ll punani
The ace of spades sipper the yay dealer
The pray 5 times a day get on the waves nigga
Baddest bitch you ever seen doing my braids nigga
Tech echo like it got delays nigga
Shit ain′t shit get out the way nigga
New yeezy's only me a Ye with ′em
Pay attention for the baby come back and leave seven
Canteen to the Rec yard i got the weapon


Butcher coming nigga
You know how i rock six figures on za za
Come and spend at my shop
I'll turn your hood into a hot spot
Every game i feel like I′m Dame without a stopwatch
Shootin' before the shot clock
Griselda got the top spot locked down like a pawn shop nigga
I′m thinkin' why not
I gave my life to the game but what do i got
Father these niggas how i don't even know my pops
This flip phone i got don′t connect to the wifi
Uh huh this new foreign shit with the wood on the doors
Got me beefin′ with some niggas i coulda put on
They make up lies and put em in songs
I pull up to lots cop and down the block hear me pull in the yard
Yeah prayin' with my dirty hands
I did dirt and scams
I′m asking God do i deserve these bands
And we from murder land
Eastside shit jeans purple brand
Ridin' in the GLE the turtle van


Look you throwin′ shots you better be precise
If i only squeeze it twice that's me being polite
We was in the trenches nigga four chicken wings and rice
The shooter 14 can read or write but he gonna squeeze his pipe
We tryna sell a key a night
Cause Nas said a Gee a night wasn′t good enough and he was right
They mad I'm rich same niggas that wouldn't see my plight
The Nets plan I′m riding to the game with KD tonight
Yeah Machine bitch every beat i body
My nigga on his way home he just beat a body
Every time i leave the house i got the steamer by me
My jacket a one of none you never seen it probably
I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man
Weapon possession and felony assault
Whippin up at aunt house he keep the ressy off the fork
He Kyrie hittin niggas with the hessy on the court
Look I reached the point niggas never woulda thought
Cause every time i drop something i don′t never get support
FM Mack shot several in your porch
Never could extort me my heart as cold as February 4th
They hate to see me win I'm not surprised
Nigga I′m fucking the bitches them bum bitches you fuck idolize
I'm in Harlem at LightHouse eating lobster fries
Vee and Shooter with me I got mobster ties
Machine bitch

I grew up on the dark side, apartheid
Where going against the grain will get you kidnapped and hog tied
X illest nigga realest nigga
Never been scared I′m a fearless nigga
Got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders
Cats that play in the streets get ran over
Ima make you hand over everything you got
I′m not your average i do damage because ima savage
Sometimes i can't manage all the shit in my head
I was promised the world but got the dirt instead
It's just like i was bred to shed blood
It′s always gonna be fuck you nigga what
Built for war raw
This 4-4 will hit you through the door
You exist no more
I done punked more niggas than Ashton Kutcher
It′s Westside, Conway, X and Benny the Butcher
Nigga