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Albums:

Don't Get Caught Slippin' (Condition Red) · Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me (Ace Cannon) · Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me (Ace Cannon) · Caught Up/Still Caught Up (Millie Jackson) · Ace Hood Gutta (Ace Hood) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) · A Chain Dont Take to Me (Bob Luman) · I Dont Believe in Miracles (Colin Blunstone) · Look But Dont Touch [#1] (Skin) · If the Flames Dont Kill Us (A Jealousy Issue) – and 90 other albums »


know who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you know they bout it

Don't let me catch you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me catch you slippin
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig

Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope
Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin' 

That's why I eat, sleep, s*** with my gat 
Bag up, take a piss, f*** a b**** with my gat 
And I
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin' 

That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat 
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat 
And I
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin' 

That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat 
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat 
And I
the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
Little red riding hood caught his ass slippin'
Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin'
About
my nigga had to bury his daughter
You can get finessed by your partna
you could get shot by a coppa
Caught my lil cousin slippin' took off his leg
to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
packed it's a mad house
Catch you slippin' by yourself and get you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' lurk
See that red and blue I'm
door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin’ like Kappas stompin’, I’ll slap a junkie
I’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask
niggas get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by Five-0
Grandmama came to court with her bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now
to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus: x2]

You gotta love ya hood, 
You need to love your projects, 
Hey get me, get me.

I got
it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
N ain't playin', when it rains it pours
N get set up, when it rains it pours
End up wet
We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace lets get money

Cash flow
It's too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight
I'ma stick you with my...

Lil' Shank
Jumpin' straight outta black truck
Representin the east and I don't give a fuck
Man, if you get caught slippin
Cause you didn't want to blast, now yo mark ass
Is in the past, bullets mixed in yo face with glass
See nigga don't trip to a killa get up in his face
Got my shit on cock 'cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin'
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like
give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves
Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got
We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace lets get money

Cash flow
It's too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight
and started doing what the hood did
A rival gang caught him slippin tried to take his life
But the jammed up so them beat him nice
He woke up in the hospital
you was a little motherfucker
Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
Retaliation was
they'd sell they mother for a 7 digit figure 

don't you get it... 



Chorus 



[O.C.] 

Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up wit money over there