Keep It Hood

(Lloyd Banks Intro)

Clear the area imma let the cannon blow/

Why you think i brought my cousins from Jersey fo

Im used to stuntin keep a diamond and an antidote

Im from the gutter motherfucker

(Verse 1)

To be honest i ain't never visit the suburbs

Before the rap/

Nigga i'm from the hood where you can find them quarter waters at/

And actin like you can't afford all that/ Please

My whole click shops heavy ain't no time for the stores to stack/

We burn O's find a whole to clap/

Lately i've been on my eastcoast shit dealin with a florida rat/

Be fucked if i swing that blammer/

It'll take your whole record lable to bring back hammer/

Damn near 40 a couple g's a pen/

And i still get my 3 white tees for 10/

You roll shit and roll dice till the cops come/

Which means they have to time to communicate which means they unite as a top gun/

No ridin the emergency van/

'cause i can take trips come back to New York City curved with a tan/

Blow 40 cal. curvin a man/

Ready to murder a man/

Thinkin hes tougher than Roberta Derann/ (Man)

(Tity Boi Chorus 2x)

See the do err we does/

The liquor and drugs/

Life of a thug and thats keepin it hood/

The girls who flow/

Who hustle for dough/

Enough to swallow some throat/

Is keepin it hood/

(Tity Boi Verse 2)

I'm hood by nature my habitat i stay brushed/

Like an Island/

With trash shirts and pirates/

Some work the day and some work the night shift/

Some work for change and some for a night lift/

The climate gets hot/

These broads take they tops off/

Like the CL6 and ride till they get lost/

I'm down for life my nigga got 4 strikes/

And won't come out until he die and come back like hes born twice/

His own price/

I know that i confess that/

If i loose my contacts i still bring the best back/

Like bought 9 of the pies/

I eat 4 and give 5 to my guys/

I like to ride with my eyes on the prise/

Get outa line i'll rinse this nine in your eyes/

They thinkin im lyin but na luckily see i got buck and banks/

And the feet got a pedicure 'cause the truck got painted/ (yea)

(Chorus 2x)

(Young Buck Verse 3)

Extend the clip and finish my fith of hen/

And here comes that tennessee titan hes at it again/

Roll up that green sticky/

I brought my team with me/

Bring banks tell him to meet me up by magic city/

We got more and more than rambo/