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  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    They say a cat got nine lives, but a young nigga got one of em'
    Little girl just killed herself cause little kids make fun of her
    My homeboy was getting money his plug used to sell a ton on him
    Some of the niggas used to run with me be the same niggas you run from
    Some of these niggas still richer than me
    Some of these niggas got bigger than me
    Some of these niggas [?]
    What a better position for a nigga to be
    Some of these niggas still down with me
    Some can't even come around to see
    Some of these niggas be doubting me
    When they know they should be crowning me
    Real street nigga, real Kingpin nigga
    Got two, three, four, five families
    So much dope in the city feel like i ain't give a nigga like a gram a piece
    Let me rephrase that, a gram for free
    The apple don't fall far from the tree
    What's a stripper bitch to a nigga like me
    When a half a brick nigga will whip it up free

    [Hook]
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    My hood polluted, my hood confusing
    My young niggas ridin' round with sawed-offs AK's, AR's and Uzi's
    Ain't no pick and choosing
    You know how we do it
    We pull up four deep in a highbar shoot everything that's moving
    Last night we got into it
    Pussy ass nigga shot up my Buick
    Broke in my house and you stole my music
    Now you dealing with embalming fluid
    Sorry to tell you you're man's not moving
    Chopped off his head now his forehead's moving
    Ten out of ten bitch your boy ain't snoozing
    Got a Mac 10 and I just might use it
    Time after time gotta show these niggas
    That the Gucci Mane just don't make good music
    Talkin' all out what point you proving
    Why you getting mad cause your girlfriend choosing
    I be constantly be crossing the country
    These niggas constantly trying to prove this shit
    I'm callin' my partner to bring my choppa
    I told 'em to bring me that new stick

    [Hook]
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it
  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    They say a cat got nine lives, but a young nigga got one of em'
    Little girl just killed herself cause little kids make fun of her
    My homeboy was getting money his plug used to sell a ton on him
    Some of the niggas used to run with me be the same niggas you run from
    Some of these niggas still richer than me
    Some of these niggas got bigger than me
    Some of these niggas [?]
    What a better position for a nigga to be
    Some of these niggas still down with me
    Some can't even come around to see
    Some of these niggas be doubting me
    When they know they should be crowning me
    Real street nigga, real Kingpin nigga
    Got two, three, four, five families
    So much dope in the city feel like i ain't give a nigga like a gram a piece
    Let me rephrase that, a gram for free
    The apple don't fall far from the tree
    What's a stripper bitch to a nigga like me
    When a half a brick nigga will whip it up free

    [Hook]
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    My hood polluted, my hood confusing
    My young niggas ridin' round with sawed-offs AK's, AR's and Uzi's
    Ain't no pick and choosing
    You know how we do it
    We pull up four deep in a highbar shoot everything that's moving
    Last night we got into it
    Pussy ass nigga shot up my Buick
    Broke in my house and you stole my music
    Now you dealing with embalming fluid
    Sorry to tell you you're man's not moving
    Chopped off his head now his forehead's moving
    Ten out of ten bitch your boy ain't snoozing
    Got a Mac 10 and I just might use it
    Time after time gotta show these niggas
    That the Gucci Mane just don't make good music
    Talkin' all out what point you proving
    Why you getting mad cause your girlfriend choosing
    I be constantly be crossing the country
    These niggas constantly trying to prove this shit
    I'm callin' my partner to bring my choppa
    I told 'em to bring me that new stick

    [Hook]
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it
    My hood polluted, my mind polluted
    If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it