Artist: Hot Boys f/ Lac
Album: Let `Em Burn
Song: Up in the Hood
[Lil` Wayne]
huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of Hollygrove
It`s Young Carter - fuck wit` me and I fix mo` wigs than a beauty parlor
And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique
I`m liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch
I`ve murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow
Then .9 me and get hit wit` my ak`s hollows
I blaze block flows at `cha dome Paco
I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out `cho taco
Head for the border, don`t die when I`m there for the cause
Thug Life `cuz I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches
And y`all can trust my niggaz - while I`m here, I`m a living legacy
And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately
Ain`t no hoe can get the best of me
And ain`t no facilty in this world that can correct me
I`m wild and untamed, I just get more work from Baby and I power them thangs
You muh`fuckas don`t want problem wit` Wayne huh
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
Catch me steppin` in my soldeirs when I`m up in the hood
Catch me steppin` in the mud when I`m up in the hood
Catch me hustlin` on the block when I`m up in the hood
Catch me clutchin` on my glock when I`m up in the hood
[B.G.]
Beef wit` me - your life is what it`d a cost ya
I will catch you slippin` do you something pretty awful
Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga
Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out `cho chest nigga
Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef
Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet
I joke, but I don`t play - I laugh, but I don`t clown
I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down
Now +That is How I Get Down+
And when I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds
I`m the last, you wanna have problems with
I can`t catch ya, I indulge ya mom and `em
I`m low hound like that - I`m a guerilla ya dig
I`m from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig
So get it right, or get your life taken away
Play wit` Geezy get a `k nigga stuck in ya face
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
[Juvenile]
Lil` Daddy come here, let me put `chu up on game
It`s election time, that`s why itza drought of cocaine
See what im sayin` - they all got they hand in
And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in
So we all be like fuck it, we ain`t got no gigs
And fussin` ain`t gon feed and house no kids
If you was eating you wouldn`t have a reason ta thug
But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs
I remember New Year`s Eve when the light`s went out
All the food sproil - we didn`t have a bite in the house
So I did what I had ta do - between me and you
Lil` nigga I pull it off - and no one ever knew
Had money ta get some groceries - clothes and whatever
Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
Some people it ain`t fust, So I accept my lick
I ain`t checking ya - I want ya ta respect my shit
(Hook 2x - [Lac])
[Turk]
I tote the chopper with 50 and I won`t hesitate ta use it
I clear the whole block when I come through shooting
No picks, no chosers - any nigga could get it
Don`t care if you big or small - I still leave ya shitted
I`m from the projects so y`kno I`m cuthroat
A soulja out that `Nolia want beef - Lets go
Nigga I`m +Bout Whatever+ I`m tired a telling ya that
Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked
Don`t make me dress in black - you don`t wanna do that
Cuz I don`t tote one Mag - I tote two Mags
Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back
Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest
Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting
Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black
I`ma Killer nigga - a untamed guerilla nigga
Lil` Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a nigga
(Hook 4x - [Lac])
(Outro - [Turk])
(Ha! Ha!) Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga
Lil` Turk nigga - B.G. nigga - Juvenile nigga - Weezy nigga
Baby nigga - Mannie Fresh nigga - Sugar Slim nigga
How u Luv That? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! - respect it nigga
