Walkin’ Thru My Hood lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Hook]
Walkin' thru my hood, I see killas (I see killas killin')
Yellow tape, I see dead bodies (I see dead bodies)
Kitchen full of zombies and junkies. (Kitchen full of zombies and junkies)
Stripper b*tches, countin' my money. (Let's get it!)
I'm drinkin' lean and smokin' weed
My killers toting AK's
(Let's get it! x7)

[Verse 1]
Walkin' Thru The Hood, I Saw Yo Mama.(There Go Yo Mama)
Suckin' di*k And Beggin' For Money. (The Fuh)
Two Years Ago Yo Mama Was A Worker, (That Is Her)
But At This Present Time Yo Mama's A Junkie. (Squad)
She Meet And Smoke This [?]
I'm Kind Of Nervous, My Trap Hot It's To Junkie (Trap Hot)
I Promise, My Daughter Not Gone Work For Nothing. (She Not)
Got My Mama Worried I got Glocks and them dumpin' (Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop)
And I Can't Wait For My Little Brother To Free The Slammer (Free The Slammer)
He A, Driller, Killer, Arm And Hammer (Arm And Hammer)
Detective Says, Somebody Made A Statement (The Fuh)
But The Way My Killers Feelin' Won't Matter

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Walkin Thru My Hood, I See Murda. (I See Murda)
Yellow Tape, Body Bags Chalkin'
He was never listen what he talkin'
He was just another dead man walkin'
Yesterday I Prayed Over Your Coffin
I Was Hesitant, Cause We Don't Do This Often ( We Don't Do This Often)
No Witness's, Can't Leave Nobody Talkin'
After I Drop A Body, Then It's Back To Ballin' (Back To Ballin')
My New b*tch Just Told Me I'm A Lunatic
Droppin' Bodies Like I [?] sh*t Is Ludicrous (It's Ridiculous)
My New b*tch Just Told Me I Was Loco (You's An Idiot)
Like El Chapo In Miami, I'm With Othro. (YOLO)
[Hook]
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