Malfunctionin' Toy

(Hey man, hey man, I got this toy to trade for that clip)
C'mon, man
Biggie Down
I'm so hood, mothafucka

I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit
I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit

Nigga, I been posted in the hood lurkin' around
Punks think it's me after hearin' I Ain't Down
Copped a gun off me and tryna spark beef now
White chinchilla shit now, white skully now
He get paranoid, unarmed and circles around
When I've got a burner ain't no think to back down
Check these Os, bring me the poles, I got the full clip
In my hood, anythin' sound like some gangsta shit
Numba three, bodies counted, Yeah bodies down
After I got clipped, nobody wanted get the 'round
Fuck if they tryna knock me off all the time
Strapped up, money pack up and I keep on the grind
Hustle up and put the paper in my bag, boy
So take note, boy, I'll be back in a minute, boy

I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit
I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit

Now I'm third man in line, I ain't sellin' no dope
Damn, I don't mind 'bout rollin' up smoke (you know I'm sayin')
I know any mothafucka ain't no likes me
When I was gone they ain't write me
Muhfucka, I don't care if you ain't feelin' me
But you show some love when you talk 'bout me
Yeah I got balls to come back and spray up
Now my boys in my hood gettin' the paper
When my White-Benz rolled up, riddled shot down
I had to cock my gun to put fuckin' punks down
Mothafucka

I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit
I'm so hood
Lil' mothafuckas wan' be like me
They wanna trade malfunctionin' toy for clip
Get the 'round all this that gangsta shit

He came 'round thinkin' he'd be welcome here
I showed my gun, that fool run like chicken (Yeah)
No shots fired, not a single line
He looked like a lil' lost mothafucka
Biggie Down