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
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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
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
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group