Round Here

[Intro]

It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right, right

It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right, right

Everybody know that

[Verse 1]

Doin' good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems (Uh huh)

Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44's solve 'em (You ain't lyin)

I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit

Your man gangsta? Me too

Go on and get 'em bitch (Go head, get 'em)

I just bought new toast to spit

Next nigga gettin gully gettin' laid out quick

Where ever ribs is touchin' niggas is gettin hurt

Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work

Don't run up on me

I don't know you nigga

So what you bought my CD

I don't owe you nigga

I know you love the way the Gally beat bump

Got you license plate rattlin' all over your trunk

I confuse these chumps with my style, dog

I'm from Queens but I'm motherfuckin' BK hard

I sound like I move bricks uptown or like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4-pound (What)