I Luv Da Hood

Verse 1 (Young Buck)

Bullet wounds and tattoos is how I show my pain,

I'm gone so much my lil girl don' t know my name,

My palms covered in residue from cocaine,

Been on the block since 6 in da moooornin,

The neighbors complain bout the traffic at my house (f**k yall),

When they need to borrow something they put they hands out,

Lil kids start runnin when they see my car comin,

Just looking at me wil make a ***a start hustling,

I aint gone start nothing I just know how to count,

Or how to eyeball an eightball,

You wearin em out,

Lips black from the blunts,

Or that side wit diesel,

And a desert eagle I'm so illegal,

I can hear what they feed you what they put in the needle,

Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal,

You can call me country but don' t call me broke,

We got all this money 50 where you wanna go,

C'mon ***a

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S**t Aint really all good but I love da hood,

All I need is my weed man I love da hood,

We aint livin like we should but I love da hood

But they stil turn the key man I love da hood

Verse 2 (Game)

They say gangbanger whoo kid let it ride,

Fuckin wit G-Unit I'll let the desert fly,

Ridin thorugh chasville wit buck on my dubs,

And for those who don't know that stands for West Side,

I blast on my enemies,

F**k you if you aint kiddin me,

Knock ya top off like kennedy,

Then sip on hennesy,

Ridin through tennessee,

If you need coke young buck got the rememedy,

I got it for nine five if you wanna fly,

Put em in a range rover if you wanna drive,

If you only need one,

You aint even gotta come,

I just pack it up and strap it to a b*****s thigh,

You eva seen an impala drive,

Seen hollows fly,

Seen yellow tape everytime there's a homocide,

When there's drama I pull a glock from out my waist,

N****s try and make my mama cry,

Its G-Unit ***a you betta recognize,

I put you in a grave for that s**t that joe budden tried,

I remember how it feeled when my brother died,

Then tupac biggie smalls and them otha guys,

So when me and my homies ride,

I got a chrome 45 in my lap,

On my waist with the double nines,

N****s tried to kill me but it wasn't time,

I took five shots from my own borther,

And I went into a coma,

Woke up in the hospital,

Cops said they found druges and I said they wasn't mine,

Bad Boy but I wasn't shine,

Matta fact I wasn't s**t,

Thought that cause I one-timed,

Now it's G-Unit ***a read between the lines b***h

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