Your Hood

[Intro: Young Buck & Xzibit & DJ Green Lantern]

Young Buck

C'mon, G-Unit

Ey yo Buck, light that shit up, my niggas

You know what it is

The south is in this motherfucker right now, (Haha) Cashville

Nigga, what this is is the Countdown to Armageddon (You know it)

You now rockin' with the evil genius, Green Lantern

Let's go, nigga

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I got my hood like Vietnam on some real shit (Yeah)

Ain't a damn thing country 'bout Cashville, bitch (Nah)

Still on the block, still got the bricks, you know

Just 'cause I'm rapping, don't mean I ain't in the kitchen no more (C'mon)

See I'm addicted to hundred dollar bills and Coupe DeVilles (Aight)

The badass bitches that live in they own cribs (Woo)

I walk the streets knowin' that I got beef

But see, even my enemies know that I got heat

You ain't see nothing like this, I'm one of a kind

I can teach you how to stunt, all it takes is time

We gon' find out if some of these rappers is really actors (Aha)

And use they concert venues for target practice (Boom)

Fuck busting these guns with these New York niggas

This real, so if you real, then you gon' feel us

This winter it's only right I do the gray chinchilla

See, I make the money, it don't make me, nigga, yeah

[Chorus: Young Buck]

Your hood ain't no harder than mine

So y'all get it poppin', so nigga do your thang (Nigga do your thang)

I don't like you (Nah), and you don't like me (Okay), so it ain't never gon' change (Ain't never gon' change)

I suggest you quit all that talking 'fore this 9mm go bang (9mm go bang)

See, we know where you be (Be) and know where you stay (Stay), I don't think you wanna play (Uh-uh)

Niggas want war with

[Verse 2: Xzibit & Young Buck]

X to the Z

West coast shit, sick of nigga spittin' and talkin' but don't no shit (Woo)

Plottin' on hatin' on niggas, on some hoe shit

I stay stackin' 5.5 (Countdown to Armageddon, niggas) plus some more shit

Click-clack the backstreets of southern California

Better stay ready 'cause steady gang will run up on ya (Uh-huh)

I'm the west coast William Wallace

Been in the game so I'm Polus

One of the few artists who got it honest

No motherfuckers don't want no flows from us

They won't strap nothin' but bullet holes through they clothes from us

I attack 'em and send 'em home to Jehovah, plus

You might see me in a body bag, but never in cuffs (Aah)

Yeah, young, black and wealthy now, livin' it up (Livin' it up)

But don't think for a second I won't drop this cut (What?!)

Pop the thang out the stash, light your bitch ass up

Or we can take it to the concrete, rumble and thump

Motherfucker

[Chorus: Young Buck & Xzibit]

Your hood ain't no harder than mine (Y'all front)

So y'all get it poppin', so nigga do your thang (Nigga do your thang)

I don't like you (Nah), and you don't like me (Yeah), so it ain't never gon' change (Put a bullet in your face)

I suggest you quit all that talking 'fore this 9mm go bang (9mm go bang, yeah)

See, we know where you be and know where you stay (Yeah), I don't think you wanna play (Uh-uh)

Niggas want-