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