​hood made me

[Songtext zu „hood made me"]

[Spoken Intro: ?]
Yo, Westberlin ist im Gebäude. Ich grüße meinen Bruder Lighteye. Danke für die fetten Beats. Rest in peace Bushwick Bill. Rest in peace Big Pun. Legenden sterben nie, [?] Hip Hop great again

[Intro]
(Lighteye Beatz)
(Hamudy)
(The hood made me)

[Part 1: Bushwick Bill]
See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
Thinking, "Was I really supposed to be on this planet earth?"
I take a deep breath and then another follows
'Cause hard shit is kinda hard to swallow
See, it's rough being a loner
Not knowing any given day and time I could wind up a goner
Now I'm the spice around town
It's funny how an album can turn somebody's life around
I got friends and women on my tip
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know a friend from a foe
And every different day it's a different girl I know
Until it was all gone (Hamudy)
Now I'm looking for somebody to take my pain out on

[Hook/Scratches]
([?])
(I, I got friends and women on my tip)
(Y-Y-You, you know what it means)
(I'm the OG)
(The hood made me)
([?] to recognize, -nize)
(Halt für den Westen die Fahne)
(Check, Check this)
(Y-Y-Y-You know what it means)
(I'm the OG, yo)
(The hood made me)

[Part 2: MC Bogy]
Ich bin das Ergebnis, wenn eine heile Welt zerbricht
Wuchs auf mit Jugendgerichtshilfe, Käfig und Gericht
Ich bin für ewig auf Gift und bissig wie eine Kobra
Es macht Click, Clap, Stich, ich schick dich zu Jehova
Tätowierter Casanova, Untergrund-Guerilla
Ich erschieß' den scheiß Wachhund und stürm in deine Villa
Bring wie MJ den Thriller, yeah, blame it on the Bogy (Hamudy)
Fick dein Fame, ich bin Don, all night long mit deiner Mutti
Party-Zerstörer, lauf mit Machete übern roten Teppich
Rap ist mein Leben, doch Drogen vercheck ich
Weißt du, was Respekt ist? Spuck auf dein Gold an der Wand
Ihr ruft die 110, ich hab den Colt in der Hand
Bin nicht stolz auf mein Land, doch bin Berlin-Patriot
Mein Style ist der reinste wie Kokain frisch vom Boot
Dein Team sieht jetzt rot, du musst den Kiez verlassen

[Hook/Scratches]
(The hood made me)
([?] to recognize, -nize)
(I, I got friends and women on my tip)
(Y-Y-You, you know what it means)
(I'm the OG)
(The hood made me)
([?] to recognize, -nize)
(Halt für den Westen die Fahne)
(Check, Check this)
(Y-Y-Y-You know what it means)
(I'm the OG, yo)
(The hood made me)

[Part 3: Big Pun]
Yo! What you thought, Pun's shit was weak? Now you can't sleep
Gotta keep your eyes open wide and hide your face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man
Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs, fallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth
Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files
Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow! Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out
Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggas is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down, the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest
We polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory, ya niggas can't do shit to me (Hamudy)
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically

[Hook/Scratches]
([?])
(I, I got friends and women on my tip)
(Y-Y-You, you know what it means)
(I'm the OG)
(The hood made me)
([?] to recognize, -nize)
(Halt für den Westen die Fahne)
(Check, Check this)
(Y-Y-Y-You know what it means)
(I'm the OG, yo)
(The hood made me)