Your Not Hood - Suicide

[Part I]

[Intro]

G Stacks, CLK

In the motherfuckin' building

Walk with me

(You’re not hood)

[Chorus: Cuban Link]

You wear your pants above your waist

Just a gangsta on my space

Gon' make you catch a case (You're not hood)

Better watch what’s coming out your mouth

Before I run up I your house, punk

And knock you the fuck out (The nigga shook)

That nigga Khaled's not a gangsta (Puss)

That nigga Joe's such a wanksta (Yeah, yeah)

You better watch your way you walkin' about

Now you know it ain't no talkin' it out

It's Cuban Link, New Yorkin' it out

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Now, nigga, I’m good with the .9 but I’m bad with the shotty

Get me mad enough, I'll blast everybody

Motherfucker, now it’s too late to parly

You know what happened in P.R. after the party

Should've rocked you but I felt sorry

How this nigga think he harder than Gotti?

Don't make me have your mother look at your body

Sayin' "My baby never hurt nobody", ayo, Khaled, you a faggot

You about to get your motherfuckin’ shit tossed like a salad

I'ma let you have it, fuck you and the motherfucker Rick Ross

You ain't a big boss, Slick Ross, that's for talkin' out your lip gloss

Motherfucker, come and get yours, I'm from The Bronx, NY

But I got Cubans in the 3-0-5 that'll let the clip off

And I'm still in the hood, y'all niggas wish I could

Got a lil few scars in the face but the girls still say I'm lookin' good

I hope it's understood, I really wish I would

Take me back to the packin' the MACs

Get in the back of the action with the big black hood

Y'all should just really listen before you come up missin'

Understand the Chain of Command before you think you the man

Nigga, play your position, y'all ain't no competition

We can take it beyond the distant

Why you think Joey left New York

And he's down in Miami with your narrow ass kissin'

[Part 2]

[Intro: DJ]

Shoutout to my nigga Lou

Zoo bound niggas, everybody down in Miami

Y'all niggas know what it is

Pump this up real loud, real loud

[Chorus: Cuban Link]

Now there's so many rappers and not enough rhymes

Too many actors and not enough lines

Too many haters, don't wanna just sign

Too many traitors that done crossed the line

Too many gangstas and not enough crime

Too many wankstas with not enough spine

You still gon' feel them, shots from my nine

So give me the mic 'cause it's my turn to shine

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Now it's so much drama in the NYC

It's so hard being Cuban to the L-I-N-K

Tell 'em haters "You better stay the hell out my way"

'Cause like a waiter, I'm quick to serve 'em shells off a tray

I stay fresh to death like a million bucks

On some pretty thug shit in a Sicilian tux

Catch me chillin' in the clubs with the realest thugs

Federales there to watch me like I'm dealin' drugs

I'm like "What, is it because I'm from the hood and I'm shinin'"

They got you irony like I'm your new assignment

Trying to find a crime by examining my rhymes

And I'm grindin', I'm just a product of my environment

Big rings, big chains, big diamonds

Wrist flows, small hoes and the finest

I'm smooth, I'm cool, I move in silence

Don't be mad, boy, UPS is hiring

So sound the sirens, ring the alarm

Cuban Link up in this bitch again getting it on

I'm at the Red Carpet, itchin' with two freaks on the arm

They the bomb but my baddest bitch fits in the palm

Just my lil freaky bong, I keeps a clip in the thong

Hit the switch and it's on when he's flippin' up com

Like a Don, put it on, I'm with my wits and my charm

Get the money, the honies jump in the whip, Hong Kong

But I'm back to the grill again, every move is militant

Can't fool in diligent with the urge to kill again

Been branded an Outkast and stranded like Gilligan

Now it's the time, I gotta shine like a filament

Spotlight, I'm stealing it like a thief in the night

When it's beef, I'm the type to sink they teeth in the bite

Got a deep appetite, I gotta feed off the mic

So I'ma read 'em they rights and lead 'em into the light

[Bridge]

Now you know what's up when I'm up in the club

I'm in the VIP, that's how I'm rollin', rollin'

Get enough groupie love, poppin' bub

With a couple of freaks, I gets them open

It ain't my fault that I'm so fly

I see you hatin' than I know why

'Cause it's nothin' you can do, playboy

If I was you, I'd be real as the meet, the kid is golden

You know what's up when the push comes to shove

You know I'm bustin' my heat, that's how I'm rollin'

And my thug son, it runs in the blood

The streets be callin' me, that's why I'm holdin'

[Outro]

It ain't my fault that I'm so real

Only thing I trust is that blue steel

Just let a nigga front if you want

I'ma show 'em not to fuck with me, that's how I'm rollin'