Your Hood lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck & Xzibit & DJ Green Lantern]
Young Buck
C'mon, G-Unit
Ey yo Buck, light that sh*t up, my n*ggas
You know what it is
The south is in this motherf*cker right now, (Haha) Cashville
n*gga, what this is is the Countdown to Armageddon (You know it)
You now rockin' with the evil genius, Green Lantern
Let's go, n*gga

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I got my hood like Vietnam on some real sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't a damn thing country 'bout Cashville, b*tch (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 b*tches 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)
f*ck busting these guns with these New York n*ggas
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, n*gga, yeah
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Your hood ain't no harder than mine
So y'all get it poppin', so n*gga do your thang (n*gga 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)
n*ggas want war with

[Verse 2: Xzibit & Young Buck]
X to the Z
West coast sh*t, sick of n*gga spittin' and talkin' but don't no sh*t (Woo)
Plottin' on hatin' on n*ggas, on some hoe sh*t
I stay stackin' 5.5 (Countdown to Armageddon, n*ggas) plus some more sh*t
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 motherf*ckers 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 b*tch ass up
Or we can take it to the concrete, rumble and thump
Motherf*cker
[Chorus: Young Buck & Xzibit]
Your hood ain't no harder than mine (Y'all front)
So y'all get it poppin', so n*gga do your thang (n*gga 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)
n*ggas want-