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