Artist: Rubbabandz Album: New Jack City, Vol. 1: What the Streets Been Missin' Song: So Hood Typed by: Cno Evil [Rubbabandz] Hold on to your four leaf clover, here come a soldier Take rolling right by me, ya'll niggas chocha Look like a capy type, slacks and penny loafers I'm running the town fatigued down with the toaster Machine gun, ya'll playing with Super Soakers M-16 homeboy, I rob Oprah Obese weight, Donald Trump cake I even run up on Bill Gates, muthafucka I be that kid in the heavy Chevy leaning Look at my wrist how it's gleaming Try to rob me, nigga, you dreaming Always talking that New York slang I go the four fifth infered beaming Come on, dude, stop schemeing I got my hand on the 'istol, when I'm fiending Then pop a shell in you, wake up, I caught you sleeping [Chorus: Rubbabandz] And my status so hood I can go to any ghetto in the world, they ain't messing with me Cuz I'm a general, and my soldiers busting for me I got that love in the hood if you know what I mean My status so hood I can go to any ghetto in the world, they ain't messing with me Cuz I'm a general, and my soldiers busting for me So fresh, so clean, if you know what I mean [Rubbabandz] I like them birds 'cross the water from the B.K. Know how to suck a dick three ways I'm always getting brains on the freeway A real city slicker, New York nigga with game She got the Timbs on, mini skirt and micro braids I got a room at the Holiday Room service all night, I got that purple haze And we can smoke and chill until the next day [Chorus] [Rubbabandz] I'm the general going to war with the kid It could get critical, you don't no problem, boy I will get rid of you, rat poison your food You think I'm breaking bread wit you, hot hollow heads My boy, they will get in to you I know it burns, but ya'll niggas got to learn I'mma spread like germs, I'm at my pinacle You know who I be, F.S.G. I got the whole New York with me, come on