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Every city got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood
Every hood's got some projects, and shit ain't good
Every project got some gangsters or at least it should
Every gangsta got a swag, homie, Rep ur hood
Ayo, ayo, you like a snake in the grass that strikes to bite
Dangerous mind that poison the waters
Walls up like Trumps on all the borders, porters
Cribs like junkyard dog
Stacks of shit like we runnin' the blog, I blow fog
Smoke like I'm steamin' out a box of clams
Wu-Wu, Strawberry, Kush, purple yams
The scan is cash rules, the rules a big bag
The bag of rubber bands stacked to the green rag
Nigga, don't play with me, you ain't tight with me
Took the bird off my arm cause the shit kept bitin' me
Damn, skimpy Wu-Tang, rules all essential
My jewels shine hot like a verse on an instrumental
I ain't a janitor, I'm a giant like Andre
Splash a Pineapple with a whole glass of Bombay
Every city got a ghetto, every ghetto got a hood
Every hood got a project but shit ain't good
Every project got some gangstas, or at least it should
Every gangsta got a swag, homie, rep yo hood
Every city got a ghetto, every ghetto got a hood
Every hood got some project but shit ain't good
Every project got some gangstas, or at least it should
Every gangster got a swag, homie, rep yo hood
What does it takes to be a gangsta
A mask and gloves, walk around Like a thug
Mean mug showin' no love, Wearin' red like a blood
Or blue like a crip, with a tool on Your hip
Keepin' your wrist frostbite, or is It white tees
With a down south swag, low Fade or dreadlocks
Khaki pants with a sag, rockin' a Flag
Pull a drag off a blunt, joint or Pipe
Are you hustlin' all day, or Hustlin' all night
Are you drooed out in slow mo, Or coked out and violent
Is your grill rose gold, platinum Ice when it's shinin
Is it chillin' in silence, or in your face and just wildin
Is it Gators, Timboots, or Air Forces when ridin