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|  03. Life Of A Hood (02-12-02) Текст №3:
02-12-02
Title: Life Of A Hood
Artist: Flyer
Written by: Flyer
[Flyer]
After six months a babe was born
With dark skin color, like it was sun burnt.
Born in a hoodie, with words “Thug till I die!”
Parents wanted to teach you,
Where evil, where good,
But you always wanna be act like a hood.
Born in the Bronx, in the ghetto of course.
After went school, missing course for some doze
With your homie in school, always thugin’ with some tools
Asking, what livin’ for, first get high to the God.
After every days, nights getting’ high with some herbs in your mind.
[Chorus]
Bye, bye, we would never could see ya,
Livin like a hood, runnin’ on tha streets,
With a dozens of some B’z,
Bye, bye we would never could see ya,
Livin’ by a gun, died in a drivin’ by.
[Flyer]
Mama kicked you out on streets,
Gonna slang crack, gettin’ robed in the lane
Have no homies, to hide by,
Gotta join Bloods or Crips.
Playing ball, he met K.T.
“Take the gun, don’t show police,
Kill a dozen bitches,
Then be proud of yourself,
With respect in Southside Crips.”
He didn’t like the violent of blues,
Wanted be an M.O.B.,
Mob Piru Bloods now hes family.
“Wanna work for me my homie?”-
Scarface nigga asked him, -
“Take this snow and sell it hoes,
But don’t smell this shit thought!”
He tried once, he tried twice
Havin’ rowes of cocaine just for breakfast and nights
Havin’ money girls and herbs
What else we could have for our pleasuare,
It’s – DOPE!
[Chorus]
[Flyer]
As a usual day,
Went change some money on a “pain”,
In low ridah breathin’ second hand smoke
Hangin’ out with some cool ghetto hoes.
(Blaw, blaw…) Died in a drive by,
He was living as an outlaw,
Died because of thug life by fo’ fo’.
And that’s life of a hoods. | 
