Hood2Hood

Yo, yo, yo, yeah

Hey Hit, that's some nice new pieces you got

Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces

Yeah, yo

Real shit only, yeah (make some noise)

Super Bowl champs celebrate like me

With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece

Money attract money, statewide hustlers

Jewelry sellers exposed by these fake watch busters

And they ain't teach savin' money to young niggas

Young warriors, I wanna see them all in position

Best to have it on you, hope you don't go down for possession

Mom's puttin' up the house to bail you out when arrested

How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one

Flyin' down the 101, right under the Cali' sun

Junior Mafia out the subs, shorty calling me, "Son"

If one clique make a million today, it probably be us

Probably because my Midas touch for vital stuff

Rappers wanna shoot up the studio, they tired of us

We know that controversy sells, so y'all good

When I drop they hear me on every block, hood to hood

Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie

Hood to hood

Far Rock, East New York, QB

Compton, Long Beach, IE

Hood to hood

Southside Chicago, players in the D

Hood to hood

If we all made niggas, then why is we beefin'?

When them Jewish brothers be chillin' Sabbath Friday evening

Even in jail, I hear the Latins got each other back

Not us, we jump each other for the phone, it comes to Black

Don't worry about nobody else tryin' to energy match

Sense any cap and that's when I really attack

I'm OJ with the memorabilia, had to steal it back

Like the Nas flow we be hearin' on your tracks

Stop that, my guy, you are not that, my guy

That feeling to be a king, can't top that, my guy

King's Disease, I'm still poppin' these young things

Got me thinkin' like Amerie, "It's this one thing"

Floaties in the pool, got drones over the roof

Just like Drakeo The Ruler, my nigga, we know the truth

I put out dangerous thought

I'm convinced it's a mix of Paisley Park Prince with Supreme Team prints

Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem

Hood to hood

Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit

Soundview

On the West side, in the Jungles, to the 60s

Hood to hood

Out in O-town, to Vallejo, where the pimps be

Hood to hood

DC got big ol' guns

B'More got big ol' guns

ATL got big ol' guns and big ol' buns and big ol' funds, yeah

Miami got lots of sun, yeah

Dade County got big ol' guns, yeah

Stop messin' around, put the pistols down

Or, we all will soon be done, dead

Hood to hood to mansion to mansion

That's the new version of hood to hood

Yeah, new excursions, yeah

Block parties, on the block, the new block

Your house and my house, ha-ha

Hood to hood