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[Intro: Reed Dollaz] -day that I'm buried, I'ma stunt on niggas Put my sneak in his ass and my blunt on niggas [Verse: Meek Mill] Yeah, I'm from the hood where it's dark outside At late nights you can't walk outside without a gun I send my bloodhounds to bark outside We'll get the choppers, have the coppers bring the chalk outside when you done Never chillin' cuz the narcs outside, and they watching like a hawk outside, yeah Cuz round here there's niggas dying younger than me and I'm only 17 just as young as can be In the struggle, my stomach touching, now who hungry as me? Nigga I'll bust you for a fuckin' grub stuck in the streets Just like you, a lot of niggas just likе me Just like you, a lot of niggas dislike mе Just like you hatin' and debating ass niggas get knocked probably fold like paper ass niggas Back in the day, yeah, I used to ride pedal bikes Now we up to date and I'm runnin' round with metal like Nine mili, fourty cal, three-eighty berretas like Rugers, Lugers, and Uzi's to move your body left and right Put that battery in his back I'm the reason that he walk like that Gotta talk like that If you spark on me, I'ma spark right back Run up on 'em with a .40 he be off like that We them boys in the hood making noise in the hood Niggas wanna play around bring them toys in the hood And he thought he'd spray around, leave a boy in the hood with his brains on the ground and his boy filled with blood Like (Bap, bap, bap) them boys ain't no good Thats what everybody say, them boys misunderstood Respect us or expect them boys to come with hoods With gats that go (Grrrrat), them boys ain't lookin' too good