Every Hood (feat. Hussein Fatal)

Yo
Fatal Dog New Jersey

Motherfucking Mega Madonna!
Call Mega on some live shit
Son, what up son?
Shout out to live niggas
You know what I'm saying, we got to get this billy on son
All these fake niggas out here
Son, you know that's why they put us in the same room

It had to be, it had to be
Especially...

From the bridge back to Jersey all the way to the crib
I wear vests from the West, stressed from the shit I did
Weather body in a trench and they trying to sneak the shotty in
Can't make bail in the same jail guardian
They all want to murder me, bitches

So now they plotting on my riches, finally they heard of me
Blast these trick niggas faking jacks on the body
Kill jokers browner than me and you can ask Bobby
This is going to prison, yeah I heard it before
Hang around the poor, put the riches on the floor
Spitting that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, make 'em jump when I cock back
You ain't real for real, you real for fake
When I'm stepping with my weapon we can seal the shake

In the waist length churling, lost in the whirlwind
My diamonds glisten by you on your bitch and her girlfriend

Your hood and mine is all the same
We're all just living in the black man's pain
I know that we can make this change
If we come together, we can make a change

Yo, I ask God what my future holds

Will I be quarterbacking a package in a fucking crack Super Bowl?
My son stacking ones, private attorneys for captured ones
Indictment dismissed, the prints didn't match the gun
Grim sharp as gem stars spinning 360
When D's blitz me I'm grinning, you see me, I'm living

Your mind slightly injured, my ride lightly tinted
And stop sweating my whip, your lady might be in it
At night time, cruising, listening to music
And analyzing the tensions of people that I crew with
In my hood cause I choose it, not cause I'm condemned to it
My kindness is sweetness but death if you abuse it
My concept, formed in an isolated project
Manifested elects, think I need to sharp next
Rhyme perfected, yo the bridge tech non-protected
My rap is syphilis, the mic a bitch that I infected

Your hood and mine is all the same
We're all just living in the black man's pain
I know that we can make this change
If we come together, we can make a change

Twisted Campbell, air out the tail like Nelson Rambo
They army suit front commando and they slippery with the handle
Cataclysm, you heard us, get away from me nervous
He put his bond on a shooting, got his heart up for service

Ayo, I'm so ill I wanna die like a criminal
Live deadly venom, Mega, invincible
Brainwave converter, paragraph inserter
Expert, my rap indicates murder

I take ten steps, turn around, draw and drop
Mega they die cause they never be as raw as Pac
I got money on my mind, time in my vision
Outlaw name travel pain through the prison

Ayo, R.I.P. B.I.G., Tupac and Eazy-E
Stretch from the Live Squad, Dollar Rock from BDP
You see me in a CE coupe, watching TV
Yo Fatal you my nigga, I'ma die if you need me

Yeah, two thug ass niggas connecting like this
What, what, what?
From the bricks to the bridge
Yeah, motherfucking Outlawz the thug, what?
Cash Money, Outlaw, millions to make
All over, billions, all year
Your hood and mine is all the same...