Hood Tales lyrics

Let's get it right New niggas is coming up to eat all the food Gangsta grillz Man they hungry It's an appetite for destruction I went to harlem where them things pop At the block parties niggas had to run And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block [?] At the war with the gun Damnit if I coulda hit I would hit it with the ton Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit hot in ya lungs Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay' em down) [?] In the store sell the whole things So you hope you not one of them Then I run-around-a corner got the ogs Tell em we got jumped by a couple little punks I swear to God them niggas softer than a brady bunch They gone get a man, this shit make em gone for a couple months Turn around the corner see a crowd looking stunned [?] On the floor shaking not saying nothing This just where we from We all dyin' some day [?] Having fun, probably dyin' by the gun This just where we from We prayin' every sunday When the killas gonna come She about to lose her son, son [?] Spanish nigga