By (I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood) I Murder One Of
(I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood) I Murder One Of
left your paws Footprints on the game hood ain't been the same Feeling ain't been in music hooks ain't been the same But I'm doing what I can man and
damn I blow straight up I am a bomb Leaping over barriers like this was a triathalon [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now I'm the everyday topic I'm under the microscope so I'm
Like I didn't live starring in a notebook Like I did the things I probably knew I should But I didn't have maybes that's why they call it hood Now let
I?m not particularly proud Of this predicament but, I?m born and bred In this tenement, I'm sentimental, What?! Plus it?s only right to represent my hood And what not. So
cause I rock heavy, it don?t worry me if mothafuckers don?t get it So if rap gets jealous, baby I?m a menace, you know, I came to bring the pain I?
Wana Sing This Song Again And I I Don?t Wana Walk This Road Again And I Don?t Have To Be Alone Again I Can Hold My head High I?m Strong Again I?m Strong
always caring, I got so lost when you weren?t around, Since i was a young girl, I kept us related, I don?t trust so i won?t get let down. Chorus: Tulisa
don't even wanna buy CD's Nigglas ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats UFC submission hole I get em off me
me, So on and so forth, I'm so on and so forceful, Young fire kick drums, Leave a print of a horse shoe, Everywhere I go my shit getting played cause, I ain't
I go in I'm a get in between Then make all my stripper friends grin and when I do I'm a feel so good Cause she goin make it out that hood So don't ask what I
ain't me, No way, no how, uh uhh It ain't me babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me, [Verse 3: T.I.] Hey, Shawty look so good So she think I should Throw
my way (I know you want that) And pullin your hair, won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you on this highway [Chorus: T-Pain] I'm talkin bout
like I outta do I ain't no gangsta dude Ain't got a poppin banga But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissin off the gospel singas I'm tryin to feed my
Girl Keep Eyein' I'm Eyein' Her Back Louie Purse, With The Hat I'm Not A Trick But I'm Rich So I'm Buyin' Her That And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef Tired
hood I couldn't snitch, shit I was saved Unless I was willing to pay That's why I wasn't willing to stay I could do bad by myself I ain't even have no
