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Ace Hood - H.O.E. (Hell On Earth) Lyrics

(Intro)
IÂ’m not sayinÂ’ IÂ’m Jesus
But I say to go and let that almost every day
We donÂ’t park on right sit when we walk throw the hood and IÂ’ll give a shot,
You know what I mean?
We donÂ’t turn all around
We turn the motherfucker dope
Dope fans and dope hands
Until profit will stuck, stuck and product all these innocence

(Verse)
I hate to say it but most of my niggas in prison to jail
You told me itÂ’s thought to believe in God when you livinÂ’ in hell
When guns will be loaded and bodies be dropinÂ’ the shit every day
Your mamaÂ’s a Christian, her only position is continue to pray
Grab baby is all in the hood, donÂ’t beat all over the jag
When niggas was sellinÂ’ their uncle, they just come up with a check
My young nigga callinÂ’, they told me that I try to move on the ghetto
Cuz she just may walk out the door and the police get shot on whatever
IÂ’m rasinÂ’ the city if there is a problem, you know, call the cops
Nigga the shit is so real, in the field, we pray with the cops
Our father which are in heaven
Hollows will be in the clip, I pray that you send me a blessinÂ’
My message to young's is pick up a book and let's put down the heat
Murders on top of the murders, another one covered ‘em sheets
Another mammary, yo canÂ’t lose them tedies bells all in the streets
Another lil nigga who face on the shirt as he rasinÂ’ in peace
Just cuz you throwinÂ’ a life away, that do not mean that you gangster
I donÂ’t consider that real when they go flashinÂ’ the bando
Niggas who really bang violence they only movinÂ’ in silence
Niggas react on emotions, just show me they locked of the knowledge
Just being honest, restricted our minds from seeinÂ’ the world, we holdinÂ’ it hostage
Go and get some money put your mama up into a crib nigga
Never hated on whoever made it, thatÂ’s a real nigga
Pray for my mind and pray for my soul and cover my body
Lord, they think IÂ’m part of Illuminati
Only because of this fuckinÂ’ Buggati
The niggas with me, weÂ’ll shot out the party
So many blessing but still IÂ’ll be stressinÂ’
I just want some help from this bitch that IÂ’m taxinÂ’
Is it too much that I ask for?
Trust in this while my carrierÂ’s slow
My niggas donÂ’t wanna see me grow
Fuck it, you ainÂ’t gotta understand
Get it pop it like a frame pen
Sick away I need to dip plan
Seven figures on my new events
Lord know screamin’ fuck ‘em all
They pop and miss it, now they all involve
They double hit me but I miss the cause
AinÂ’t no hungry I just want all
Down there nigga ainÂ’t no love lost
BuildinÂ’ mind just like IÂ’m a real boss
Hoodi nations to my inspiration?
Fallow me to my destinations

(Outro)
IÂ’m not sayinÂ’ IÂ’m Jesus
But I say to go and let that almost every day
We donÂ’t park on right sit when we walk throw the hood and IÂ’ll give a shot,
You know what I mean?
We donÂ’t turn all around
We turn the motherfucker dope
Dope fans and dope hands
Until profit will stuck, stuck and product all these innocence








 

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