In the Hood [Slab-Ed]

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 some motherfucking shit happen, man It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature Ay, Trae, tell me what you is nigga [Trae] I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet J's on my toes, locs on my eyes Crawling on fours, every time I slide by Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth But I move low key, posted in the trap Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map I'm a do this one for H.A.W.K., and his brother named Pat And my partna named Screw, so I let the trunk crack What they know about that, haters better chill Plus I'm packing something, that they classify steel Repping my block, still doing my thang Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know Before it's all over, we gon' make the world slow [Chorus] You can find me in the hood, swanging in a drop Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top Locs on my face, and my grill so clean Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team Moving so slow, banging my screw Moving so slow, banging my screw Moving so slow, banging my screw Hop out on the block, still hollin' 'what it do' [Yung Joc] '65 Impala, Chevy SS The top disappear, see the clear VVS I guess you know the name, I ain't even gotta say it When I say it's going down, SK start spraying Block E-N-T, and A.B.N. niggaz in charge Ery'body mugging, nigga face different starch I'm a let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggaz pack fullest We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off top Yeah, it's the A-Town, and the H-Town Tell 'em this the shake down, lay face down Me and my nigga Trae, getting cake now Split it down the middle, 50-50 that's the break down Baby, keep your face down, and don't talk back You can find me in the hood, nigga distributing packs [Big Pokey] My guns go off, when my fists is hard Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar You got your knife on you, homie, that's for twisting cigars I got my knife on me, homie, that's for twisting your guards These niggaz, wanna play you for weak It's going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep I do the damn thang, niggaz talking about it I'm a problem run into it, you ain't walking up out it Sensei'll fade the pack, I get mean Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black Cuffing broads, cause I mack on chicks I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your Lac on bricks Niggaz a trip, crock bull give niggaz the clip Slap niggaz in they trap, when they giving me lip S.U.C. my nigga, we missing H.A.W.K. I'm gon' live through the rest of the click, that's real talk [Chorus] [Trae] Hop out on the block, like I'm still hitting stangs Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name Yellow VS-1's, got me switching up the game Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad Niggaz old school, still jacking my swag' Y'all concerned about a playa, since the day of my birth Grab a couple mill, and I can show you what I'm worth Sitting so low, every time I come down Trunk just popped, so I'm showing my surround 84's got me tipping, so low to the ground Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound Watching for the laws, I ain't fucking with the time Bitch I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping my shine I advise, that they lead the truth to the throne If you say I ain't the realest, say bitch you dead wrong [Chorus]