Hood Love E

Hey. G Unit. Hey. South. Hey. Can't forget Bunny the Kid. Ayo, what's Up, baby? Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta. Shout to the replacements. Hey. It's like that. Hey. Yo, shout out to Yella too. Hey. You heard it here. AMC, let's go. Gangsta grillz. The block love me, I'm sick with my whip Game. D-Tek. We drive big cars, we like big Things. These hoes love me, they know I'm getting Money. What? We strapped in this bitch, you ain't Taking nothing from me. Nah. The block love me, I'm sick with my Whip game. C'mon. We drive big cars, We like big things. These hoes love me, they know I'm getting money. What? We strapped in this bitch, you ain't taking Nothing from me. Nah. In the kitchen like I'm Chef Boyardee. Yeah. Keep half of it white, cook up a Quarter key. Oh. Put some tints on the Grand Am, throw away my phone. Hate to hear a grown man holler, "Throw a Dog a bone." God bless the child who can Hold his own. I turn a penny to a Twenty, a gram to a zone. Yeah. A hoopty to a Bentley, the gold to The chrome. A pulley to a semi, the bricks To a home. The hood love me like grape Kool-Aid. They say you live and you learn from Mistakes you made. So I took off the soda and added more Coke. Oh. They sniff it up they nose and It numbs up they throat. That's why-The block love me, I'm sick with My whip game. Yeah. We drive big cars, we like big things. These hoes love me, they know I'm getting money. What? strapped in this bitch, you ain't taking Nothing from me. Nah. The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game. We drive big cars, we like big things. For sure. These hoes love me, they know I'm Getting money. What? We strapped in this bitch, You ain't taking nothing from me. Nah. 36 ounces, we call 'em whole thangs. And if we catch a case, we don't say No names. Nah. Take care of the old folks, make sure they Good. we don't need no help in our motherfucking Hood. We living by the G code, An eye for an eye. You Boom. Take You take one of one mine, of mine, Then ten then of 10 yours of yours die. Die. Through Boom. Through all all of this of Beef this D shit, shit-I'm so fly. Some red monkey jeans and a Glock four-five. See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T. I. So kill all the rumors 'bout that song, "Get High." See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T. I. See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T. I. So kill all the rumors 'bout that song, "Get High." You worried 'bout mine, Can't pay your bills. And me and Bank$ fucking hoes out at Yayo Crib, yeah. Block love me, I'm sick with my whip game. We drive big cars, we like big things. These hoes love me, they know I'm getting money. We strapped in this bitch, you ain't taking nothing From me. The block love me, I'm sick with My whip game. We drive big cars, We like big things. These hoes love me, they know I'm getting money. We strapped in this bitch, you ain't taking nothing From me. Yeah, nigga. This a G-Unit production. I made the motherfucking beat. So holla. Yeah. Ayo, shout out to that nigga Lil O. He one of them under twenty-one millionaires. Cashville, nigga. We get money down here, bitch. Yo.