Hold em' up!

Cruel-T

In dis' $$$$$, we show love to the streets we walk.
Follow along, represent ya' hood.
You know how it goes - put ya' hometown on the map!




I put a flame to a "black", got' gang colors on my back
I lace my "Forces", and run the hood' like a race track
It takes balls to walk the streets of Louisville, my hometown
You sell bud? If its greener than money, then I'm down
I sample other people's product, the 'hood around "Churchill Downs"
Keep ya' mouth clean about this place, or you'll quick-hit the ground
Dirty business, crooked cops, em' holdup boys at the liquor store
Pop a 40', they' poppin' caps and they're out the back door
Gotta get that money, breakin' bread with the enemy
You do to survive, to thrive in such a harsh vicinity
It's gettin' me, will I leave? Hell naw n1gga, this is heaven
Leanin' against the brick wall, doin' dirty business behind 7-11
You know what you get, when you step into the 502
Remember safety if you sling that herb, the "5-0" ain't got a clue
If you choose to open fire - shoot to kill or die tryin'
No snitchin', I stick to the "G Code" - I'd rather die lyin'
Grab ya' nuts, and holla' holla' at em' fine ass women down the way
Cuz' once you leave this state, the pu$$y just won't be the same