Aliso Village, Hanson Hill, 7714
From the hill to the hill, we get it in cause
Welcome to the hill where it's real baby
We got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend, hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
Welcome to the hill where it's real baby
We got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend, hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
I'm a stepper, so I'm steppin' all these niggas' bodies
This ain't no remorse for none of the * I did, got hella homies
You don't wanna try me, if you do then you get hit with Tommy
Tommy ain't no runnin', we're not gunnin', won't go get nobody
Standin' on my business, all I do is win, you know I got it
God 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 sport
One time tried to stop me, hit the gas, pedal to the floor
They say I could do it, so I did
Now I'm worth a chicken, never gon' sell it for less
Nah, bitch, that's how I'm really livin'
Really changed my life, but I get busy with that cold steel
I really be runnin' it up from the hill to the fuckin' hill
Ridin' for my niggas in Ohio, we get big bands
Akron to the Atlanta, no pity, Crippin', nigga, blue flag
We stumped the yard together, OCO, we really did that
We painted a whole prison blue and gold, and that's on Crip Mac
Welcome to the hill where it's real, baby
We got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend
Hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
Hey, welcome to the hill where it's real, baby
We got cars, clothes, homes, and cop the new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend
Hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
Ever 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, hey
Run 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 diamond
Prayin' for my damn fall, I'm never gon' lose
Can't step with my shoes, nah
Me got nothin' to prove
Just throw him in the lake, we'll see him in his shoes
Yeah, bitch, I really be killin' these niggas
I'm talkin' about rappin' up, feelin' these niggas
You bitch-ass niggas be soppin' in titties
* in the gang, you suck, no ditty
My money be older than Angela Bassett
Pocket more fatter than Christopher Wallace
K.I. Slow, give me one more chance
* that *, lil' bitch, he crawlin'
Real nigga, I ain't got no bitch
I smash him off when I'm stackin' my tits
I do what I wanna do
* this whole tonight, tomorrow I'm fuckin' her sis
Yeah, I got the sauce, I'm droppin' the bag
Don't care where the cost, I'm up in the mall
With all of my dogs, I tap on these niggas like roses
Break the law, came home, turned up to the max
PTSD countin' racks, bitch, I found that killer
Here in New Hampshire, here, shout out to Facts
Welcome to the hill, where it's real, baby
We got cars, clothes, home, just copped a new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend, hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
Welcome to the hill, where it's real, baby
We got cars, clothes, home, just copped a new Mercedes
SRT for the weekend, hit the side show
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow
We fly lookin', livin' like we let the money blow