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Yo Gotti For The Hood

way These streets pull your number like a phone display And you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood

my Mac man The crack game Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game Bury me a G [Chorus: x2] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my

my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy. [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Chea, I'm in that butta pecan bimmer creepin thru the hood, gotta keep

us uh You say you gotta man & your in love But what's love Gotta do with a little menage After the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few &

than without it Cause New Orleans niggaz is bout it (no doupt about it) You can get it sold for solid Keep my Impala 20 inches polished (styleish) Gotta - when she want it Gotta

round the corner in the park Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news Practising the range, bellowing the blues Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate "Yo, Jody, yo, gotta

[Little Girl] I got a boyfriend now [laughs] [Eve] C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo [1] - Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever And forever, we'll be

hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty Mom cry "misery" Little Bill waits for the adversary 'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge Action

get) (Pras) One, two (ONE, TWO), three, four (THREE, FOUR) Hardcore (HARDCORE), hardcore (HARDCORE) Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch your last breath Then I left you up for