In the Hood

Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make some motherfucking shit happen man
Its your boy
Yung Joc, you know
Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga
Trae, Asshole
By Nature
Ay Trae, tell me what you is nigga [Trae:]
Im a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
Js on my toes, locs on my eyes
Crawling on 4s, everytime
I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the
South Hoes on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
Ima do this one for
H.A.W.K., and his brother named
Pat And my partna named
Screw, so
I let the trunk crack
What they know about that, haters better chill
Plus Im packing somnething, that they classify steel
Repping my block, still doing my thang
Trunk full of bang, holding
A.B.N. gang
Screwed Up
Click, Ima let the world know
Before its all over, we gon make the world slow [Hook:]
You can find me in the hood, swanging in a drop
Trunk popped up, now
Im letting back the top
Locs on my face, and my grill so clean
Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
Moving so slow, banging my
Screw Moving so slow, banging my
Screw Moving so slow, banging my
Screw Hop out on the block, still hollin what it do [Yung Joc:] 65
Impala, Cheve
SS The top disappear, see the clear
VVS I guess you know the name,
I aint even gotta say it
When I say its going down,
SK start spraying
Block E-N-
T, and A.B.
N. niggaz in charge
Erybody mugging, nigga face different starch
Ima let you pull your card, but watch how quick
I pull it
Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggaz pack fullest
We bullies on the block, the hustle dont stop
Its eat what you kill, thats the motto off top
Yeah its the
A-Town, and the
H-Town Tell em this the shake down, lay face down
Me and my nigga
Trae, getting cake now
Split it down the middle, 50-50 thats the break down
Baby keep your face down, and dont talk back
You can find me in the hood, nigga distributing packs [Big Pokey:]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up cuz, nigga pistolsll scar
You got your knife on you homie, thats for twisting cigars
I got my knife on me homie, thats for twisting your guards
These niggaz, wanna play you for weak
Its going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep
I do the damn thang, niggaz talking about it
Im a problem run into it, you aint walking up out it
Senseill fade the pack,
I get mean
Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black
Cuffing broads, cause
I mack on chicks
I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your
Lac on bricks
Niggaz a trip, crock bull giveniggaz the clip
Slap niggaz in they trap, when they giving me lip
S.U.C. my nigga, we missing
H.A.W.K. Im gon live through the rest of the click, thats real talk [Hook] [Trae:]
Hop out on the block, like
Im still hitting stangs
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS-1s, got me switching up the game
Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain
Hoes talk down,
Trae never get mad
Niggaz old school, still jacking my swag
Yall concerned about a playa, since the day of my birth
Grab a couple mill, and
I can show you what
Im worth
Sitting so low, everytime
I come down
Trunk just popped, so
Im showing my surround 84s got me tipping, so low to the ground
Still hitting licks, moving off the
Greyhound
Watching for the laws,
I aint fucking with the time
Bitch Im in my prime, aint no stopping my shine
I advise, that they lead the truth to the throne
If you say
I aint the realest, say bitch you dead wrong [Hook]