From The Hood Traxamillion [[Lyrics]]

Artist: Traxamillion Song: From The Hood Genre: Rap Lyrics- I came up on block with fades in the cut (Trax, nigga this slap cuz, you know we fuck wit it) I came up on block with fades in the cut [Chorus:] Im from the hood (from the hood) Where its good (where its good) Swisher Sweet, Optimo, Backwood (Backwood) Got purp (Got purp) Got grillz (got grillz) In a scraper wit the big shiny wheels (shiny wheels) Black Ts (Black Ts) Twenty threes (Twenty threes) Throw my hood up in the air: Juicy Got pills, got drink, Ima hug this block till I caint This is how it sound if pure crack had a soundtrack Hustla, Hustla, jack tracks while the dubs slap Listen how my, listen how my, look at how my bass slap Hate that ASAP Lay flat when they caint clap You could see your face in my bling Twenty four inch no cut no scrape Getting pap till I fade I love to hear that bass, They want to see the mob funky fresh in the place do it crunker on them chains Take a swig of that priv, its goin down Yo girlfriend at the crib, she goin down Hop in the seven-oh and go around In the circle sideways up the block clownin Bitch niggaz we doubting cuz we dont give a fuck You put your faith in sluts man you aint seen enough You put your face in sluts man you aint real as us I came up on block with fades in the cut [Chorus] [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/yDMc ] Where you wanna go, (huh?) What you wanna do? (huh?) We can talk it out, Or nigga we can shoot. You think its cute, It get ugly as a sharkbite All that slick shit, bitch you better talk right I hug the block nigga all day and all night My weed is all purple, my crack is all white Some niggas poppin pills, some niggas takin tonys, Some niggas really real, some niggas really phony, Im on your helmet homie, Melt it like its grilled cheese, Police on the high speed Real niggas never freeze Cop keys goin roca for roca Go to war back and forth, Losing soldier for soldier So every real nigga need protection, A playa raw, like the grocery store meat section (meat section) Want me to lighten up? Or tempt these brighten chucks? Go through Taliban style And you getting tightened up [Chorus] Look nigga, Im always here You talk under yo breath but I always hear Take yo air with the five zero life aint fair Lil cuz in the pen doin life up there He need money on his books, I send yo wife up there Locked down in the house, doin life out, yeah Nigga, we aint never scared, we aint never cared We eat your food with full stomachs, We aint never shared [Chorus] For my niggas in the club (ay) Bout to ride out (ay) We dont give a fuck, Well stomp yo car out If a ripper want to stunt, And willina wild out, We dont give a fuck, Well stomp you car out For my niggas in the club (ay) Bout to ride out (ay) We dont give a fuck, Well stomp yo car out If a ripper want to stunt, And willina wild out, We dont give a fuck, Well stomp you car out