| Song | Up In Tha Hood |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Let Em' Burn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys f/ Lac | |
| Album: Let ' | |
| Em Burn Song: | |
| Up in the | |
| Hood [Lil' Wayne] huh, | |
| H.B. nigga, listen - | |
| From up under the bottom of the streets of | |
| Hollygrove | |
| It's Young | |
| Carter - fuck wit' me and | |
| I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor | |
| And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique | |
| I'm liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch | |
| I've murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow | |
| Then .9 me and get hit wit' my ak's hollows | |
| I blaze block flows at 'cha dome | |
| Paco I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out 'cho taco | |
| Head for the border, don't die when | |
| I'm there for the cause | |
| Thug Life 'cuz | |
| I live it, bary me in t-shirt - jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches | |
| And y'all can trust my niggaz - while | |
| I'm here, | |
| I'm a living legacy | |
| And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately | |
| Ain't no hoe can get the best of me | |
| And ain't no facilty in this world that can correct me | |
| I'm wild and untamed, | |
| I just get more work from | |
| Baby and I power them thangs | |
| You muh'fuckas don't want problem wit' | |
| Wayne huh (Hook 2x - [Lac]) | |
| Catch me steppin' in my soldeirs when | |
| I'm up in the hood | |
| Catch me steppin' in the mud when | |
| I'm up in the hood | |
| Catch me hustlin' on the block when | |
| I'm up in the hood | |
| Catch me clutchin' on my glock when | |
| I'm up in the hood [B.G.] | |
| Beef wit' me - your life is what it'd a cost ya | |
| I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful | |
| Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga | |
| Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest nigga | |
| Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef | |
| Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet | |
| I joke, but | |
| I don't play - | |
| I laugh, but | |
| I don't clown | |
| I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down | |
| Now +That is | |
| How I Get | |
| Down+ And when | |
| I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds | |
| I'm the last, you wanna have problems with | |
| I can't catch ya, | |
| I indulge ya mom and 'em | |
| I'm low hound like that - | |
| I'm a guerilla ya dig | |
| I'm from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig | |
| So get it right, or get your life taken away | |
| Play wit' | |
| Geezy get a 'k nigga stuck in ya face (Hook 2x - [Lac]) [Juvenile] | |
| Lil' Daddy come here, let me put 'chu up on game | |
| It's election time, that's why itza drought of cocaine | |
| See what im sayin' - they all got they hand in | |
| And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in | |
| So we all be like fuck it, we ain't got no gigs | |
| And fussin' ain't gon feed and house no kids | |
| If you was eating you wouldn't have a reason ta thug | |
| But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs | |
| I remember | |
| New Year's | |
| Eve when the light's went out | |
| All the food sproil - we didn't have a bite in the house | |
| So I did what | |
| I had ta do - between me and you | |
| Lil' nigga | |
| I pull it off - and no one ever knew | |
| Had money ta get some groceries - clothes and whatever | |
| Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never | |
| Some people it ain't fust, | |
| So I accept my lick | |
| I ain't checking ya - | |
| I want ya ta respect my shit (Hook 2x - [Lac]) [Turk] | |
| I tote the chopper with 50 and | |
| I won't hesitate ta use it | |
| I clear the whole block when | |
| I come through shooting | |
| No picks, no chosers - any nigga could get it | |
| Don't care if you big or small - | |
| I still leave ya shitted | |
| I'm from the projects so y'kno | |
| I'm cuthroat | |
| A soulja out that ' | |
| Nolia want beef - | |
| Lets go Nigga | |
| I'm +Bout | |
| Whatever+ | |
| I'm tired a telling ya that | |
| Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked | |
| Don't make me dress in black - you don't wanna do that | |
| Cuz I don't tote one | |
| Mag - I tote two | |
| Mags Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back | |
| Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest | |
| Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting | |
| Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black | |
| I'ma Killer nigga - a untamed guerilla nigga | |
| Lil' Turk from | |
| Uptown quik ta steal a nigga (Hook 4x - [Lac]) (Outro - [Turk]) (Ha! Ha!) | |
| Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga | |
| Lil' Turk nigga - | |
| B.G. nigga - | |
| Juvenile nigga - | |
| Weezy nigga | |
| Baby nigga - | |
| Mannie Fresh nigga - | |
| Sugar Slim nigga | |
| How u Luv | |
| That? Ha! | |
| Ha! Ha! Ha! - respect it nigga |
| zuo qu : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys f Lac | |
| Album: Let ' | |
| Em Burn Song: | |
| Up in the | |
| Hood Lil' Wayne huh, | |
| H. B. nigga, listen | |
| From up under the bottom of the streets of | |
| Hollygrove | |
| It' s Young | |
| Carter fuck wit' me and | |
| I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor | |
| And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique | |
| I' m liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch | |
| I' ve murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow | |
| Then . 9 me and get hit wit' my ak' s hollows | |
| I blaze block flows at ' cha dome | |
| Paco I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out ' cho taco | |
| Head for the border, don' t die when | |
| I' m there for the cause | |
| Thug Life ' cuz | |
| I live it, bary me in tshirt jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches | |
| And y' all can trust my niggaz while | |
| I' m here, | |
| I' m a living legacy | |
| And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately | |
| Ain' t no hoe can get the best of me | |
| And ain' t no facilty in this world that can correct me | |
| I' m wild and untamed, | |
| I just get more work from | |
| Baby and I power them thangs | |
| You muh' fuckas don' t want problem wit' | |
| Wayne huh Hook 2x Lac | |
| Catch me steppin' in my soldeirs when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me steppin' in the mud when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me hustlin' on the block when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me clutchin' on my glock when | |
| I' m up in the hood B. G. | |
| Beef wit' me your life is what it' d a cost ya | |
| I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful | |
| Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga | |
| Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out ' cho chest nigga | |
| Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef | |
| Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet | |
| I joke, but | |
| I don' t play | |
| I laugh, but | |
| I don' t clown | |
| I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down | |
| Now That is | |
| How I Get | |
| Down And when | |
| I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds | |
| I' m the last, you wanna have problems with | |
| I can' t catch ya, | |
| I indulge ya mom and ' em | |
| I' m low hound like that | |
| I' m a guerilla ya dig | |
| I' m from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig | |
| So get it right, or get your life taken away | |
| Play wit' | |
| Geezy get a ' k nigga stuck in ya face Hook 2x Lac Juvenile | |
| Lil' Daddy come here, let me put ' chu up on game | |
| It' s election time, that' s why itza drought of cocaine | |
| See what im sayin' they all got they hand in | |
| And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in | |
| So we all be like fuck it, we ain' t got no gigs | |
| And fussin' ain' t gon feed and house no kids | |
| If you was eating you wouldn' t have a reason ta thug | |
| But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs | |
| I remember | |
| New Year' s | |
| Eve when the light' s went out | |
| All the food sproil we didn' t have a bite in the house | |
| So I did what | |
| I had ta do between me and you | |
| Lil' nigga | |
| I pull it off and no one ever knew | |
| Had money ta get some groceries clothes and whatever | |
| Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never | |
| Some people it ain' t fust, | |
| So I accept my lick | |
| I ain' t checking ya | |
| I want ya ta respect my shit Hook 2x Lac Turk | |
| I tote the chopper with 50 and | |
| I won' t hesitate ta use it | |
| I clear the whole block when | |
| I come through shooting | |
| No picks, no chosers any nigga could get it | |
| Don' t care if you big or small | |
| I still leave ya shitted | |
| I' m from the projects so y' kno | |
| I' m cuthroat | |
| A soulja out that ' | |
| Nolia want beef | |
| Lets go Nigga | |
| I' m Bout | |
| Whatever | |
| I' m tired a telling ya that | |
| Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked | |
| Don' t make me dress in black you don' t wanna do that | |
| Cuz I don' t tote one | |
| Mag I tote two | |
| Mags Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back | |
| Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest | |
| Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting | |
| Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black | |
| I' ma Killer nigga a untamed guerilla nigga | |
| Lil' Turk from | |
| Uptown quik ta steal a nigga Hook 4x Lac Outro Turk Ha! Ha! | |
| Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga | |
| Lil' Turk nigga | |
| B. G. nigga | |
| Juvenile nigga | |
| Weezy nigga | |
| Baby nigga | |
| Mannie Fresh nigga | |
| Sugar Slim nigga | |
| How u Luv | |
| That? Ha! | |
| Ha! Ha! Ha! respect it nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys f Lac | |
| Album: Let ' | |
| Em Burn Song: | |
| Up in the | |
| Hood Lil' Wayne huh, | |
| H. B. nigga, listen | |
| From up under the bottom of the streets of | |
| Hollygrove | |
| It' s Young | |
| Carter fuck wit' me and | |
| I fix mo' wigs than a beauty parlor | |
| And due ta all the controvery that circles my clique | |
| I' m liable ta click out at any time and murder a bitch | |
| I' ve murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow | |
| Then . 9 me and get hit wit' my ak' s hollows | |
| I blaze block flows at ' cha dome | |
| Paco I let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out ' cho taco | |
| Head for the border, don' t die when | |
| I' m there for the cause | |
| Thug Life ' cuz | |
| I live it, bary me in tshirt jeans and tennis and fuck my bitches | |
| And y' all can trust my niggaz while | |
| I' m here, | |
| I' m a living legacy | |
| And I gatta eat like a bitch when in pregnancy, definately | |
| Ain' t no hoe can get the best of me | |
| And ain' t no facilty in this world that can correct me | |
| I' m wild and untamed, | |
| I just get more work from | |
| Baby and I power them thangs | |
| You muh' fuckas don' t want problem wit' | |
| Wayne huh Hook 2x Lac | |
| Catch me steppin' in my soldeirs when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me steppin' in the mud when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me hustlin' on the block when | |
| I' m up in the hood | |
| Catch me clutchin' on my glock when | |
| I' m up in the hood B. G. | |
| Beef wit' me your life is what it' d a cost ya | |
| I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful | |
| Split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck nigga | |
| Knock ya navel out ya back, spine a crawl out ' cho chest nigga | |
| Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef | |
| Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet | |
| I joke, but | |
| I don' t play | |
| I laugh, but | |
| I don' t clown | |
| I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down | |
| Now That is | |
| How I Get | |
| Down And when | |
| I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds | |
| I' m the last, you wanna have problems with | |
| I can' t catch ya, | |
| I indulge ya mom and ' em | |
| I' m low hound like that | |
| I' m a guerilla ya dig | |
| I' m from Uptown where you drown all killaz ya dig | |
| So get it right, or get your life taken away | |
| Play wit' | |
| Geezy get a ' k nigga stuck in ya face Hook 2x Lac Juvenile | |
| Lil' Daddy come here, let me put ' chu up on game | |
| It' s election time, that' s why itza drought of cocaine | |
| See what im sayin' they all got they hand in | |
| And play the background ta use niggaz ta stand in | |
| So we all be like fuck it, we ain' t got no gigs | |
| And fussin' ain' t gon feed and house no kids | |
| If you was eating you wouldn' t have a reason ta thug | |
| But we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs | |
| I remember | |
| New Year' s | |
| Eve when the light' s went out | |
| All the food sproil we didn' t have a bite in the house | |
| So I did what | |
| I had ta do between me and you | |
| Lil' nigga | |
| I pull it off and no one ever knew | |
| Had money ta get some groceries clothes and whatever | |
| Then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never | |
| Some people it ain' t fust, | |
| So I accept my lick | |
| I ain' t checking ya | |
| I want ya ta respect my shit Hook 2x Lac Turk | |
| I tote the chopper with 50 and | |
| I won' t hesitate ta use it | |
| I clear the whole block when | |
| I come through shooting | |
| No picks, no chosers any nigga could get it | |
| Don' t care if you big or small | |
| I still leave ya shitted | |
| I' m from the projects so y' kno | |
| I' m cuthroat | |
| A soulja out that ' | |
| Nolia want beef | |
| Lets go Nigga | |
| I' m Bout | |
| Whatever | |
| I' m tired a telling ya that | |
| Play with me if ya want, get ya fucking head cracked | |
| Don' t make me dress in black you don' t wanna do that | |
| Cuz I don' t tote one | |
| Mag I tote two | |
| Mags Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back | |
| Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest | |
| Nigga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting | |
| Have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black | |
| I' ma Killer nigga a untamed guerilla nigga | |
| Lil' Turk from | |
| Uptown quik ta steal a nigga Hook 4x Lac Outro Turk Ha! Ha! | |
| Hot Boys in yo hood nigga, and we up ta no good nigga | |
| Lil' Turk nigga | |
| B. G. nigga | |
| Juvenile nigga | |
| Weezy nigga | |
| Baby nigga | |
| Mannie Fresh nigga | |
| Sugar Slim nigga | |
| How u Luv | |
| That? Ha! | |
| Ha! Ha! Ha! respect it nigga |