Trae Tha Truth, Yung Joc, Big Pokey - In the Hood lyrics

Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it
In this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggas 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

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 4's, everytime I slide by
Nothing less than the truth
On the streets of the South hoes 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'ma do this one for HAWK


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 ABN gang
Screwed Up Click, I'ma let the world know
Before it's all over
We gon make the world slow

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

'65 Impala, Cheve 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 ABN niggas in charge
Ery'body mugging
Nigga face different starch
I'ma let you pull your card
But watch how quick I pull it
Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggas 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

My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up cuz, 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 niggas, wanna play you for weak
It's going down
Motherfuckers drizzown when they
Playing it deep
I do the damn thang, niggas 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 niggas a trip
Crock bull give niggas the clip
Slap niggas in they trap
When they giving me lip
SUC my nigga, we missing HAWK
I'm gon live through the rest of the click
That's real talk

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
Niggas 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, everytime 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