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Gangsta Pat - It's All Good lyrics
[Verse 1] Put me off in any hood, I bet chu' I'ma survive 365 reasons to stay alive In this jungle, lies be the king of these streets But even the lies be runnin' from the crooked police It ain't no peace cause they got the hood split up in sections Violate the wronge set and they comin' with techs There ain't no questions be asked, no bullies gettin' mad Just killers on a task, and units bein' blast With no remorse, I done seen it plenty of times So I take it to my room and write plenty of rhymes About the dirty game, thangs ain't the same no mo' They try to stick together, just ain't what they claim no mo' So hit the floor when they hit the door, give up them sacks Everybody's got a posse so they robbin' in packs On the attack and they keep gun runnin' like wood And respect is something that chu' gotta earn in the hood [Hook] It's all good in my neighborhood We out hustlin' doin' thangs y'all wish y'all could We in this game, gettin' money and we livin' good Stayin' real to the end like we know we should It's all good [Verse 2] It's all about the money, gettin' paid is an every day job And we connected, makin' moves like a heavyweight mob And well respected, the hood is gonna make you or break you And livin' and learnin' through all the drama that it'll take you Keep you focused on reality, deep in the thoughts Tryin' to count for every penny that you keep in the vault So keep your yoks and still watch ya back Cause in the hood your own friends will be the one to jack Knowin' crosses is comin' throughout my whole nature Takin' losses and dealin' with all this play hation Steady chasin' that cheese and hangin' out with G's Fuck what cha' sayin' bout gankin' and doin' robberies I'm just tryin' to survive and keep myself alive See I'm all about hustlin' can't work no 9 to 5 I'm stay thuggish not ruggish off in that hood Steady tryin' to maintain and keep the paper good [Hook x2] [Verse 3] You gotta watch ya back cause them killers be havin' jacks They travel in packs and they quick to pull them gats Ain't no time for negotiatin' Just give up for good, look at the occupation I run in numbers before the drama even kicks off Duckin' and dodgin' from all them shots they done let off I see it all the time in my neighborhood Robbin' murder and madness but still the paper's good I keep my mind on money and block out the pain Ya see depression, deprivin' can drive ya mind insane I'm trapped in this game and it ain't one way out I strugglin' and strivin' to keep my pockets stout See I'm tryin' to stay Southern, ain't no love for cowards On the block steady hustlin' and don't cha' doubt us I'm always down for my hood like I know I should Gettin' plenty of money like I knew I could [Hook x2] |
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