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Lyrics:

Theres crazy hoods everywhere man, don't you come to this city thinking that your set is the hardest. You could get your shit blown anywhere. Respect the hood

Welcome to my city, welcome to my city where I grew up
Welcome to my city, welcome to my city born born and raised, welcome to my city

Theres always a set in every place be a the wrong zone at the wrong time hand marks nine got the nine be six feet deep no sign. Chicago gang nation where the streets are cold moving snow when you're twisting signs with your fingers you get drive by at your motha*** dome.
Serving this beef shit raw all up in chiraq suckas on the run leaving skid marks running over enemies ramming them over with cars. Take it to LA you got eses pocos pero locos crazy mexicans with tatted ink all over their elbows, marcando el territorio checking any busta no fear in their eyes got the trunk full of choppers. 213, 805, 619, 559, 415, 310 Tupac said it best it wouldn't be Los Angeles without Mexicans. Its crazy all up in southwest Detroit, the homies don't play no games AK's they spray what up to the Juggalos. Welcome to the murder mil thats the 414 where you get popped gambling with death. Your ashes in the morgue.

Chorus x2

Bring it back to San Anto, dangerous little homies, get your head blown, been in and out of juvie through high school. With your life they gamble, en estos barrios es puro hueso ya saves puro Tejano. What up with Houston, Salute to SPM busting lead with a Tech or a Mack 10 goons getting dirty money all over the city con la mercancia breaking bread. Rolling through Dallas, Austin, Forth Worth, El Paso, Irving, Corpus, Mcallen, in a candy coated Impala with screwed music blasting. Lets go to New York where Dominicans don't play. Rest in peace to Big Pun, poblanos be repping all day. The homies well respected, aint no snitch shit, you get burned quick, the snake that rattles swallows a whole clip. In Miami chilling with a few honeys bien loco como Scarface little Cuba 305 army. up in Atlanta, dirty south zona sucia don't fuck with the cartels, your crew won't ever be seen.

Chorus x2

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