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​Walkin' Down Tha Hood

This song is by Zeki.

I walkin' down tha hood, gettin' fuckt up flashbacks
How I did hood shit, and how I act bad
I walkin' down tha hood, people lookin' at me strange
They sayin' please come back Z, why did you change

Put on my red cap, my red shirt and then I'm out
Walkin' down tha hood, street people knows what I'm all about
Well-known as the thug, that fix whatever you need
Now I'm only out for lookin' over my old thuggin' streets
Raised among older g'z, so whatta fuck could I do
Instead of playin' games I was out learin how to do a jack move
But now I just keepon walkin', lookin' forward no talkin'
Never look back, fuck the past, when we was out 'n' marchin
But I feel bad man, 'cause still some old hood pitz barkin
Want me to come back, want me to thuggin' 'n' stalkin
Me and c.t.crew was totaly shittin on tha lawz
We was out havin' fun, make people run, then break 'em jawz
Once a week, gang-wars, once a week was out stealin cars
If I continue like this I know, I will end up behind bars
But now I'm livin' fo' boxing, education and my girl
Fuck my old life man, no fuuck tha woooorld!

I walkin' down tha hood, gettin' fuckt up flashbacks
How I did hood shit, and how I act bad
I walkin' down tha hood, people lookin' at me strange
They sayin' please come back Z, why did you change

I remember these times, always money in my pockets
We was out doin' crimes, but no mo', man fuck it
Hanged with gang-affiliated outlaws
Once a week, I was out jackin people, man actin' raw
Spittin' truth, man we was heartless dawgs, word up
Older G'z did hoodshit, we was in, so they learned us
Homie me and ma boyz, was out pointin' shorcuts (fo' what)
Fo comin' away from these motherfuckin cops
Still got hate 4 em, and I still hangin' on my block
But I won't go back to the life of crime, that's wassup
Man like I said, I've digged my fine side
I can't get locked up, and destroy my families pride
I got to struggle man, get through struggle blood and hate
Fuck criminalty, 'cause these might papers made me insane
Hope ya folks feel me, hope ya feel my pain
I'm still gon have money, but fix em, through the right way

I walkin' down tha hood, gettin' fuckt up flashbacks
How I did hood shit, and how I act bad
I walkin' down tha hood, people lookin' at me strange
They sayin' please come back Z, why did you change