Three 6 Mafia - Deep in the Hood lyrics

Intro (Project Pat) Yeah n***a You n***as know how it go out here Know I'm sayin? n***a I got three residence n***a My gal house, mama house, and the trap house n***a Know I'm sayin? Ya know I'm sayin? n***a you won't catch me n***a I'm over there in Cyber garden n***a I'm over there in Ridgegrove n***a, ya know I'm sayin? n***a catch me n***a, know I'm sayin? n***a I'm in Hollywood n***a, know I'm sayin? I might be in Hyde Park, ya know I'm sayin? Yeah, just come get me n***a I'm in the hood n***a, North Memphis n***a That's where I'm at n***a, ya know I'm sayin? And it's whatever over here dogg (All Day) (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 1, Juicy J) n***a fu*k yo hood, n***a fu*k yo set I'm that k**a with the rusty Tech I'm the gorilla that'll break yo neck I'm that n***a that'cha don't f** wit I always knew you n***as wasn't real I always knew you n***as would tell I always knew you n***as would fail I hope you n***as know I'm still gettin this mail And ridin on sixes, f**in with b**hes Hustle all day man, gettin my issue Buy sellin dope, never workin that crystal Walk up in the bank then pull out a pistol n***a I'll rob you, gimme that cheese Gimme that car, n***a gimme them keys A sawed-off pump, n***a you can get these Bullets put a little color in ya white tees Don't violate, and the guns get bigger I'm from the North, straight real street n***a Haters gon hate, y'all n***as ain't k**as So why you wanna put'cha self in front of my trigger? That's suicide bruh, all covered up Standin on the block, n***a all post up You better hide the ho screamin it up I'm takin out the trash n***a, dump-dump-dump! (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 2, DJ Paul) Standin in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip (Grip-grip-grip-grip) p**y n***a best not slip Desert Eagle, short nose, in my f**in draws ho Pull that sh**, it's like a remote, it'll make yo little a** pause ho Crawl ho, like a motherf**in dog ho That's what'chu gon be in yo next life, ain't gon be no tomorrow May I borrow your life? Credit cards and ID's? Shades, watch, and rings? House keys and cars keys? n***a this the hate, you shoulda stayed afraid But you had to turn 'fraid, now you gon turn in yo braid You gon turn on yo face, and lay it on the concrete Patna this the end, you shouldn't have turned down the wrong street (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 3, Project Pat) They know I'm real wit it Don't play, will get it Off with his head, fifty shots, bet I will hit it s**ers couldn't deal with it so they started tattlin Snakes that I broke bread with started rattlin Paddlin my head above water, knock yo doors in Got the boy for two cakes, talkin bout he gon' do me in Sniper rifles, desert rifles with bullets inside 'em Shoot n***as mama's houses up to bring 'em out of hidin Playa I ain't hidin, I'm Cypress Garden hallways The crack in my hand, shotguns, and them SK's I stays off in the dark, off in them cuts The boys car turned in the lot, and we shot it up (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that sh** and we gon shoot'cha sh** up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka]