Desert Eagle - Soul Food lyrics

[Intro:] Nothing like a home cooked meal Yes my word is my bond Feels so good to be back in the hood It's a place that I can never forget [Verse 1:] [Capadonna] Everything dip in my heart My brains is numb Computers taking over They controlling the young Out here grinding Hard like it never even profit Still they're not stoppin me I'm doing the monopoly Yeah I move privately Stacking for my Cs Never sloppily, yeah I hope they're not watching me Familiar faces Fandom or fortune Travelling more often Hating a**, grab a** n***as Want me to fall off the wall Take one, put me in a coffin Six million dollar man, steven austin Yeah nigaa tell your story walkin Before I put two in your foreskin Backin atown now i'm in low in the [?] Switched my gear round Now i'm back in new york again State recording, only stay for a short rate Speeding through the [?] mistakes yeah I'm going in so I can stop all of the aches Stress and related injuries It's hard for me to f** with you Fast track seeing young rappers Using bars moves to attacks Babes that drunk similac A lotta sh** I can't remember that All young with the gold fronts Selling it for munchies Yes n***as is thirsty Yeah is [?] wid da blunt Yeah it's power in the punch Yeah it's sour in the c*nt Sex made housing free lunch No deal though Used to always spittin hood before I caught a dope deal I rinse [?] to arena Toes to [?] Seen the motown lp saturday morning clean up Mama in the kitchen Papa watched sports ya'll Respect the elderly Respect everything they taught ya'll Whip his a** for that report card Daddy's up [?] to have their son's sports cars Forget what [?] promise to God [Verse 2:] [Turnpike Ike] n***as is mad I give em buts and excuses This exclusive Old school, cool new kid Uhh, it's like we verbally abusive But don't blame me blame the producing I guess it's a blast from the past Take a pocket full of cash Make you [?] from the path And ain't a damn thing changed n***as still chasing dames with Dwayne Wayne frames We used to play Connect 4 Now fast forward, we be connects for My flows still up to date My n***as still moving weight Put more power in your plate Than carnival funnelcakes And I keep it on the up and up The hood cowboy All i do is buck and f** My life ain't picture perfect Just a n***a tryna make it out the [?] [Verse 3:] [Desert Eagle] I'm down for the get down Pound for the pitdown I'm the [?] that's what they call it for the sitdown Gaming, I'm selling by the pit now I got a chain gang and we all get down Frontin' the cash You know we'll spit rounds My dudes will touch you with Clear hold strip rounds[?] I'm a lone ranger Of the Stone rangers That's why sh** stretch about 4 acres Used to doubt me Until you all caught the vapors Then you on my dick Everybody wants Raymond One taking em' Honin them and clonin the greatest You outdated I'm upgraded I am the Matrix Saved to mainframes and databases Tryna hit me with a virus called playerhating I got that hardware Every shine devastated Brooklyn, lime green, every [?] levitated [Gunshots] [Sample: Pull it up selecta, pu,pu, pull it up selecta]