Hood Lyrics

Ladies and gentleman
(What?)
I´d like to welcome you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of Trillville
(Trillville?)
I be your God on this here Jonny
(Uh huh)

It´s your boy Lil´Jon checkin´ it
(Yeah yeah)
And first-off
(Whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu

We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
'Cus ain´t home wit it I´ma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit
I´m in your damn house wit your girl on my dick

I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits
So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street life´s on for the best to go home
Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome

Aimin´ at your doam buck-shot rain
(Rain)
I´m deep offa damn, when a nigga ´bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha fame all I want is the doe
(Doe)
My ain´t Dough Bussa so don´t be try me like a hoe

I´m not your everyday dough that I´m at your seat everyday
I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid
I shine like a brave on a old school
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo´ real

Dirrty Mouth spittin´ at you bitches and niggas
(Uh huh)
´Specially tellin´ you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck y´all)
You know real recognize real
(Yeah)
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit

(Yeah)
You hattin´ niggas we gon' find y´all
We gon' sip you out
(Yeah, hah)
Holla at them Don P

I know for a fact you ain´t ready for the street
You suckas rain nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga go home you can´t compete

They tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and that´s what make ´em fake
'Cus the hood ain´t actin´ niggas start relaxin´
Thinkin´ they can live in this world without packin´

Somethin´ Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin´
And how we broke it down like a muthafuckin´ cratchin´
Too transaction and won´t nobody assin´
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin´ fagot

It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´
But I guess, I hate too 'cus ain´t the music that they creatin´
Hoes that they savin´, Plans that they makin´
Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases
(Yeah)Lil Scrappy - Hood - http://motolyrics.com/lil-scrappy/hood-lyrics.html

Y´all ain´t neva see a nigga like me
I´ve been all around the muthafuckin´ world
(All over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin´ niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go

Disrespect niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go
But you know why? All them hatin´ niggas
They makes real niggas that best most strong
(Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em L.A.

Look you ain´t ready for the streets
(Streets)
And you claim to be hard, but you weak
(Weak)
A bad bitch and you swear that beat
(Beat)
The only thang you probably touch was a feet
(Feet)

You bitchin´ me now, picture me I´m sorry
Get your ass summen boi it ain´t workin´
You don´t want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]

Give me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we ain´t takin´ shit
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust your knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a mill
(Mill)

If times get hard then you gain up your grill
(Grill)
Fo´ real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I ain´t trippin´, 'cus that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess that´s the reason why a nigga stay baller
(Hey)

(Hey, hey)
Yo, ain´t no nigga
Is gonna stop my muthafuckin´ paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga, youknawmean?
(Yeah)
I´m out here on my hustle everyday
(Yeah)

Nigga I ain´t sellin´ dope
But I´m sellin´ this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit
(Yeah)
I´m sellin´ this crunk energy drink
(Yeah)

Yo, I´m sellin´all kinda shit
Nigga I´m CD´s, DVD´s, nigga
What Eva you need
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real

BME, BME, BME click
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Neva muthafuckin´ hate