Hot Boys - Up in the Hood lyrics

[Lil' Wayne] Huh, H.B. n***a, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of Hollygrove It's Young Carter - f** 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 b**h I've murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow Deny me and get hit wit' my ak's hollows I blaze Glock foes 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 f** my b**hes And y'all can trust my n***as - while I'm here, I'm a living legacy And I gatta eat like a b**h when in pregnancy, definately Ain't no ho 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'f**as 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 n***a Knock ya navel out ya back, spinal cawd out 'cho chest n***a Make sure you have no pulse or heartbeat 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 down like dat, I'mma guerilla, ya dig I'm from Uptown, raised round all k**az ya dig So get it right, or get your life taken away Play wit' Geezy get a 'k n***a 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 c**aine See what im sayin' - they all got they hand in And play the background ta use n***as ta stand in So we all be like f** 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 d** 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' n***a 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 fa, So I accept my lick I ain't checking ya - I want ya ta respect my sh** (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 n***a could get it Don't care if you big or small - I still leave ya sh**ted I'm from the projects so y'kno I'm cuthroat A soulja out that 'Nolia want beef - Lets go n***a I'm +Bout Whatever+ I'm tired a telling ya that Play with me if ya want, get ya f**ing 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 mothaf**ing back Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest n***a thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black I'mma k**er n***a - a untamed guerilla n***a Lil' Turk from Uptown quik ta steal a n***a (Hook 4x - [Lac]) (Outro - [Turk]) (Ha! Ha!) Hot Boys in yo hood n***a, and we up ta no good n***a Lil' Turk n***a - B.G. n***a - Juvenile n***a - Weezy n***a Baby n***a - Mannie Fresh n***a - Sugar Slim n***a How u Luv That? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! - respect it n***a