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red rida - lil' hawk (bloods) lyrics

* if you want respect, you gotta earn it
* you d*mn right, you gotta be ready to go down, and stand up and die for that sh*t like blizzard did, you gotta sn*tch them collars and let them mothaf*ckas know, you there to take, them, out, anytime, you feel like it! you gotta get the ground beneath your feet, potna, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to, otherwise, you ain’t sh*t, you might as well be dead your d*mn self!
* you tryna tell me i ain’t sh*t?
* i ain’t tryna tell you sh*t, i tell yo’ mama you ain’t sh*t!
* tell me, man, what we fightin’ for?
* oh little n*gga, you ready to die?

chorus

woop, lil’ hawk the red rida! x2
westside, inglewood! x2

verse 1:

now gimme a beat, so i can hit the streets with heat
turn it up on these n*ggas, the first then my sh*t released
inglewoopin’ our back, the hardest n*gga out the bity
take your pic, i can smoke it, like a zag or a philly
it really don’t matter, you think you bad but i’m badder
real woop, in the booth, i speak the truth
you n*ggas rappers got a spot in the cut
the perfect fit for a sucka
you’re 5’11” but (?) you’re 60’d up
go do the mathematics, add it up and get some trackin’
somebody blaze the weed, that’s on the b, i gots to have it
i think i mix with cheech and chong jamaicans and the enemies
smoke so much, i think i spent about a million
i don’t give a f*ck about you too or your cl!ck, n*gga
i’m from the mothaf*ckin’ gang and we thick, n*gga
matter fact, you can go and ask your b*tch, n*gga
and i’mma f*ck her next time she on my d*ck, n*gga
chorus:

lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4

verse 2:

i’m from the era of the terror, who can do it better (n0body)
i go bangin’ on these n*ggas with the second letter (woop)
and tell that b*tch i ain’t gon’ sweat her, that she was nothin’
i don’t love her, i’m only like it when a n*gga f*ckin’ (yep)
red ridin’ through the hood and i’m so familiar
just show me where the money and i’mma go and get it
yeah, i banged on wax but it was really real
loose paris ’88, and benny hill
i can wait in the cut to put the woop on it
fly through the sky, look down then i swoop on it
i’m that inglewood n*gga, that they all remember
westside parkhill, the homies out in denver
born and raised in these streets so i’m standin’ real
i wish i would give a f*ck how a n*gga feel (right)
i’m from the bottoms of the ville, crenshaw and benji (yep)
mr. lane class way back in elementary

chorus:
lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4

verse 3:

it’s in my nature to get the paper, i’m a gangsta
my enemies b*tches, the mothaf*ckas, they some haters
now wassup with these n*ggas, that be lyin’ in the booth
they be rappin’ like they really but they know that’s not the truth
how the f*ck you a g, and you ain’t even in the hood
all you do is rap some bullsh*t, you thinkin’ that it’s good (aight)
y’all n*ggas keep it g’s, stand solid but they brothas if you ain’t doin’ that
’cause to me, you’s a busta
all i know for is vine, p*ssy trickin’ for the b*tches
n*gga, where yo’ gangsterism at? use them sissies
i can really f*ck you over, but now it’s not the time
you can fake how you want, but to stay yo’ ass in line
bigger picture, f*ck that n*gga, got a whole ‘nother vision
these mothaf*ckas got me twisted now i’m on a mission
i’m ’bout to show ’em how a n*gga like me get it in
worldwide westside, n*gga, cms

chorus:

lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4
outro:

it’s a mothaf*ckin’ ‘nother one x8
these n*ggas ’bout to be sick

- lil hawk bloods lyrics

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