in six states now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug, with my thugs (I thug, my thugs) We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up
Errr.. still up on ya Cause mah hammers got scanners That'll make ya hit the Down Down like Country Grammar Got clips that'll like dirty y'up in em I
Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga [Game
down, everyday sell yay Just like the old days, stack another mill? up Niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up They go talk shit, forget they get hit up
glock start barkin [Chorus] [Daz] Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up When the uz
what it take And when I give you money yea them girls gonna hate We can hit the rink I know your size in roller skates Or roll up some bushes fire'em up
be up to no good A cool cat, with a pimp hat Cup fulla gin-jack Dreaded out, throwin' up deuces When I'm headed out Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-
to put it down, what? Mr. Slim Thug, huh Northside, Southside let's do this homie Ha ha, C.M.G. Boss Hogg Outlaws We platinum in the ghetto, tell 'em
it get I'm the youngest in charge and ya oughta show some respect I represent for da South [Rick Ross:] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I
damn drum bust (What?) I hit tha hood, be up in all black (I hit tha hood, be in all black) Numb nut I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what?
time the toilet swirls flush Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (Shut up) I made this rap
Man, I need a lighter, man, right here Yeah, whassup, Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit, shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today Is that right?
supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town [Proof] ....Then You get done up
ll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (What?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up
the groupies boppin' and fiendin' I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em
for big caker Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin' Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
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
