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In the Hood

Yung Joc

Royal Green, Street Series, Vol. 1

2006

Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make

a story
But ever wanna come back?
All you need is one rap
That, your imagination and a tribal drum track
This song is for the little kid inside you
If you

and I don't mind
Idle time with idle hands, by demand I'm back
I plan to snap, the phantom rap God that's off his fucking rocker again
I blast off in

Listen

Planet Asia

Abrasions

2013

[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood

Wake Up

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey
Everytime I'm on the microphone, nigga want to tag along
Want to see me, when I do my song
Or when

a hot body
(Yeah)
So welcome to the party
If you're a black and red haired, ill-apparel-wearing girl
I'm the kind of guy you're looking for
The kind

told but the facts
Anything else said ain't relevant
If he snitch one time he gon' tell again
Black and white paperwork ain't stripes
You a bitch in my

ain't tryna feel the pain
I never called you out when you was tryna cheat the game
I stood by you
And now you wanna treat me like a bitch
See I could act

These niggas don't really do what the rap bout
You know I'm flexing I'm bringing these racks
Say you a shooter how you get clap out
I'm on a perky I'm

rap shit I'm tryna make more then ya weed sells (Uh, huh)
And roll on niggas light em up and smoke em up like 3 Ls (Gttl, bow, bow, bow)
I know why ya

Tilted Towers swag, I built a power bag
Puffing sour, drag, game got an hour lag
I paint a powder keg black with flower flags
Live on an outer edge

swung the chain with the keys
Singing rap songs
Did a spin move
One of the Jackson's 
Shiny black shoes 
Sold a couple phones 
Flip a Couple Xans 
Gon

No one can tell me shit my hood is the fly'est
Home of the special bud NP stay the highest
Badlands all day never will deny it
They the rap game is

the soda
Peeing ciroc cuz I hate being sober
I fuck by the 2 so my nickname is Noah
I'm on fire n I just can't stop, I roll up the woodz just to get more

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

of skinning the shit is so sickening
I'm notta racist my best friend is black
I'm notta racist cause rap I do listen
Ma'am you can be racist and not call me

lite (yeah)
Thinking we like for like but I steal the show you're a fly by night (yeah)
Thinking it's hype on hype like the major slap is basic as you

Katt Williams dressed up by the Don
Still faithfully putting yall on
Niggas monkey around like come on
You might never do business with Kong
English

turn
Looking at god like when is it my turn

People never like people who stand out
That's why I'm the black sheep in my own house
But lock myself in

Foamposites
Black and white MJs, keep ‘em in the closet
I know, I talk about shoes
But why rap about a game that I can’t lose
Ooh, lemme take ‘em to flight

bandages.
I'm elite and the man's magic
Me then my hands vanish
See black and white cause I slap pandas
I can't bare it terrible rap etiquette
I fear they'll

caps
Don't lie in my raps, I'm speaking the facts
Stars in the ceiling, outside its matte black
Tryna put BSO all on the map, I drip like a sink and my

T T T Tcm Justice
Got me switching up my flow they said stop running walk the beat (walk it)
They done let these love songs fool um like I won't get

The whole worlds talking out their arse so the toilet papers stocked
Don't be shocked, when you get rocked
By a yellow fucker with the black ball, in a red