Real Hip Hop (feat. Sheek & Sheek Louch)

Swizz Beatz the monsta Real music, let's go The hood's hot The hood's hot The hood's hot The hood's hot Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home Gon' double they money this year off my work alone So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it Nobody gotta know who did it Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at? Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off Lame niggaz cuffin' them whack whores Use of the pick goin' back door, no more for the fake Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off Might lay it up, might not Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop The record don't sell then I still got light rocks Like wearin' Timbs with Nike socks And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks Yeah, how y'all doin' out there How y'all doin' out there? The hood's hot The hood's hot Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin' a Sprite Make big deals, get out on big bails Shit, your career about as short as Amil's Shit on niggaz like I had two tails With enough bars to open four jails If you don't know nigga, ask Madden How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan Shank up, niggaz leak enough blood To fill a motherfuckin' H-2 tank up Getcha bank up, who you rank up Get off his dick and get you a brick We done seen every John Woo flick So act like The Killer instead of some chick Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done How y'all doin' out there? How y'all doin' out there? The hood's hot The hood's hot Me and 'Kiss hot like lava, we got sons in the game And we don't need Maury to know who the father If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up I branched out, so you can get the deez In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors We pop loud guns nigga to stand out You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib Then we gon' go in your man's house Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin' the amps out, what? How y'all doin' out there? How y'all doin' out there? The hood's hot The hood's hot