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Real Hip Hop

Swizz Beatz the monsta

Real music, let's goThe hood's hot

The hood's hot

The hood's hot

The hood's hotYo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home

Gon' double they money this year off my work alone

So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it

Nobody gotta know who did it

Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?

Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that

I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off

Lame niggaz cuffin' them whack whoresUse of the pick goin' back door, no more for the fake

Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off

Might lay it up, might not

Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot

I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop

The record don't sell then I still got light rocks

Like wearin' Timbs with Nike socks

And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocksYeah, how y'all doin' out there

How y'all doin' out there?

The hood's hot

The hood's hotYo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on

Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin' a Sprite

Make big deals, get out on big bails

Shit, your career about as short as Amil's

Shit on niggaz like I had two tails

With enough bars to open four jails

If you don't know nigga, ask Madden

How I play with the hammer, in ManhattanShank up, niggaz leak enough blood

To fill a motherfuckin' H-2 tank up

Getcha bank up, who you rank up

Get off his dick and get you a brick

We done seen every John Woo flick

So act like The Killer instead of some chick

Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one

Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it doneHow y'all doin' out there?

How y'all doin' out there?

The hood's hot

The hood's hotMe and 'Kiss hot like lava, we got sons in the game

And we don't need Maury to know who the father

If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough

You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff

Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff

I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed

I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up

You ain't Willie, you just act G'd upI branched out, so you can get the deez

In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out

Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors

We pop loud guns nigga to stand out

You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib

Then we gon' go in your man's house

Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out

Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin' the amps out, what?How y'all doin' out there?

How y'all doin' out there?

The hood's hot

The hood's hot

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