Aliso Village, Hanson Hill, 7714From the hill to the hill, we get it in causeWelcome to the hill where it's real babyWe got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new MercedesSRT for the weekend, hit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowWelcome to the hill where it's real babyWe got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new MercedesSRT for the weekend, hit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowI'm a stepper, so I'm steppin' all these niggas' bodiesThis ain't no remorse for none of the * I did, got hella homiesYou don't wanna try me, if you do then you get hit with TommyTommy ain't no runnin', we're not gunnin', won't go get nobodyStandin' on my business, all I do is win, you know I got itGod has tried to put me back in there, but I ain't never stoppin'Stoppin' ain't no option, no surrender, put that bitch in sportOne time tried to stop me, hit the gas, pedal to the floorThey say I could do it, so I didNow I'm worth a chicken, never gon' sell it for lessNah, bitch, that's how I'm really livin'Really changed my life, but I get busy with that cold steelI really be runnin' it up from the hill to the fuckin' hillRidin' for my niggas in Ohio, we get big bandsAkron to the Atlanta, no pity, Crippin', nigga, blue flagWe stumped the yard together, OCO, we really did thatWe painted a whole prison blue and gold, and that's on Crip MacWelcome to the hill where it's real, babyWe got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new MercedesSRT for the weekendHit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowHey, welcome to the hill where it's real, babyWe got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new MercedesSRT for the weekendHit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowEver since I came home, my nigga been winnin'I got that vision, I'm out here livin'Chasin' my chicken, crippin'Middle finger to the system, heyRun it, I'm never gon' stop my shinin'E-40 in that click, I'm timin'Everyday in these streets, I'm grindin'VVS, true blue, my diamondPrayin' for my damn fall, I'm never gon' loseCan't step with my shoes, nahMe got nothin' to proveJust throw him in the lake, we'll see him in his shoesYeah, bitch, I really be killin' these niggasI'm talkin' about rappin' up, feelin' these niggasYou bitch-ass niggas be soppin' in titties* in the gang, you suck, no dittyMy money be older than Angela BassettPocket more fatter than Christopher WallaceK.I. Slow, give me one more chance* that *, lil' bitch, he crawlin'Real nigga, I ain't got no bitchI smash him off when I'm stackin' my titsI do what I wanna do* this whole tonight, tomorrow I'm fuckin' her sisYeah, I got the sauce, I'm droppin' the bagDon't care where the cost, I'm up in the mallWith all of my dogs, I tap on these niggas like rosesBreak the law, came home, turned up to the maxPTSD countin' racks, bitch, I found that killerHere in New Hampshire, here, shout out to FactsWelcome to the hill, where it's real, babyWe got cars, clothes, home, just copped a new MercedesSRT for the weekend, hit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowWelcome to the hill, where it's real, babyWe got cars, clothes, home, just copped a new MercedesSRT for the weekend, hit the side showWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blowWe fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow