Lil Wayne — Pimp C

[Chorus: Lil Wayne] I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch [Verse 1: Raw Dizzy] Bitch, I'm back out of prison Fuckin with this rap, cause this rap shit easy Hooked up with Weezy, niggas didn't believe me I'm not a fuckin actor, but they see me on the TV I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy We got numbers, and it's good, boy Got them birds to Georgia, comin through the water It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order Thirty-six, grams, fish scales Thousand and Eight grams, nigga, you failed I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew (Young Money!) Me and them, that's Young Money We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around For me to hold it down, for my seventeenth round [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Bitch, I'm Mack Maine! Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards, I'm cannibal Riding in that Phantom, hoe, them niggas is cowards, hoe The Applestreet animal, but the food ain't flammable I'm from the hood, where young niggas gamble, yo You niggas sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe See every day, I wake up, and know it's more shit Niggas say my flow sick, I be like, no shit The feds pull up, askin questions, I don't know shit I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G, like Carl Thomas The type of niggas that'll play with your ass on the Palm Pilots Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers, I did a million times See I could merk ya with a million rhymes a million times See, I got money, I could buy you bastards That's why I got more hoes than a Buyou classic Like Eighty degrese when I tell a bitch please Raise up off my N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these At ease [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch I got my hood in this bitch