Young Buck Your Hood Lyrics:
(GUNFIRE) (young buck) young buck,cmon,gunit,(hey
yo buck light that shit up my niggas) the south is
in this mothafuka right now,cashville niga what
this is is the countdown to armageddon(u no it) u
now rockin wit da evil genius green lantern,LETS
GO NIGGA (young buck) i got my hood like vietnam
on some real shit(yea) aint a damn thing country
bout cashville bitch (na) still on the block still
got the bricks you know just cause im rappin dont
mean i aint in the kitchn no mo' see im addicted
to hundred dollar bills and coupe deviles the badd
ass bitchz that live in they own cribs i walk the
streets knowin that i got beef but see even my
enemys know that i got heat you aint see nuttin
like this im 1 of a kind i can teach u how to
stunt all it takes is time we gon find out if some
of these rappas is really actors and use they
concert venues for target practice fuck bustin
these guns with these new york niggas this real so
if u real than you gon feel us this winter its
only right i do the grey chinchilla see i make the
money it dont make me nigga YEA Chorus your hood
aint no harder than myne so yall get it poppin so
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nigga do yo thang(nigga do ya thang) i dont like u
and u dont like me so it aint eva gon change i
suggest u quit all that talkin fore' this 9mm go
bang(mm go bang) see we no where u be and we no
where u stay i dont think u wanna play u dont want
war wit.... (XZibit) (X to the Z) west coast shit
see a nigga spittin nigga talkin but dont no shit
plottin on hatin on nigas on some whole shit i
stay stackin 5.5 plus some mo shit clack clack the
backstreets of southern california better stay
ready cause steady gang will run up on ya im the
west coast william wallace been in the game so im
pollace one of the few artists who got an artist
no muthafukas want no flows from us they wont
strap nuttin for bullet holes through they clothes
from us i attack em and send em home to jehovah
plus u might see me in a body bag but never in
cuffs yea young black and wealthy now livin it up
but dont think for a second i wont drop this cut
pop the thang out the stash light yo bitch ass up
or we could take it to the concrete rumble and
thump muthafuka Chorus your hood aint no harder
than myne (young buck) so we all get it poppin so
nigga do yo thang (nigga do ya thang) i dont like
u (na,na,yea) and you dont like me so it aint
never gon chang(put a bullet in yo frame) i
suggest u quit all that talkin fore this 9mm go
bang (mm go bang) we no where u be and we no where
u stay i dont think u wanna play nuh huh
Lyrics: Your Hood, Young Buck [end]