lloyd banks – keep it hood feat tity boi, young buck lyrics
(lloyd banks intro)
clear the area imma let the cannon blow/
why you think i brought my cousins from jersey fo
im used to stuntin keep a diamond and an antidote
im from the gutter motherf-cker
(verse 1)
to be honest i aint never visit the suburbs
before the rap/
n-gg- i’m from the hood where you can find them quarter waters at/
and actin like you can’t afford all that/ please
my whole click shops heavy aint no time for the stores to stack/
we burn o’s find a whole to clap/
lately i’ve been on my eastcoast sh-t dealin with a florida rat/
be f-cked if i swing that blammer/
it’ll take your whole record lable to bring back hammer/
d-mn near 40 a couple g’s a pen/
and i still get my 3 white tees for 10/
you roll sh-t and roll dice till the cops come/
which means they have to time to communicate which means they unite as a top gun/
no ridin the emergency van/
’cause i can take trips come back to new york city curved with a tan/
blow 40 cal. curvin a man/
ready to murder a man/
thinkin he’s tougher than roberta derann/ (man)
(t-ty boi chorus 2x)
see the do err we does/
the liquor and drugs/
life of a thug and that’s keepin it hood/
the girls who flow/
who hustle for dough/
enough to swallow some throat/
is keepin it hood/
(t-ty boi verse 2)
i’m hood by nature my habitat i stay brushed/
like an island/
with trash shirts and pirates/
some work the day and some work the night shift/
some work for change and some for a night lift/
the climate gets hot/
these broads take they tops off/
like the cl6 and ride till they get lost/
i’m down for life my n-gg- got 4 strikes/
and wont come out until he die and come back like he’s born twice/
his own price/
i know that i confess that/
if i loose my contacts i still bring the best back/
like bought 9 of the pies/
i eat 4 and give 5 to my guys/
i like to ride with my eyes on the prise/
get outa line i’ll rinse this nine in your eyes/
they thinkin im lyin but na luckily see i got buck and banks/
and the feet got a pedicure ’cause the truck got painted/ (yea)
(chorus 2x)
(young buck verse 3)
extend the clip and finish my fith of hen/
and here comes that tennessee t-tan he’s at it again/
roll up that green sticky/
i brought my team with me/
bring banks tell him to meet me up by magic city/
we got more and more than rambo/
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