(feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte)
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[Intro - Roy Jones Jr.]
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Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
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Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
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The undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world
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We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
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Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
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Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
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Represent y'all in the hood tonight
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Yeah, yeah, uh uh
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[Hook]
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Put yo hood up
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Put yo hood up
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Put yo hood up
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Put yo hood up
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Put yo click up
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Put yo click up
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Put yo click up
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Put yo click up
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Represent yo shit motherfucker
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Represent yo shit motherfucker
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Represent yo click motherfucker
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Represent yo click motherfucker
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[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
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I hold a 44 from the side angle
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Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle
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Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
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Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
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Since they brough gold back
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I bought me a gold mack
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To explode I leave ya back on Old National
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I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs
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But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
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Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
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Violate you might die or just get jumped
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Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
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D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
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Double R till they put me in the ground
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And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
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Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
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What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
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It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now
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Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house
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Music - extra, extra loud
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Shorties - extra, extra out
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My flows - four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
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I came to knock this bastard down
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Juic - ya bleedin' now
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You be it - the Petey style
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Why - hit the curb man I got 'em
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With the open mouth
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All I hear is oohs and awes
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What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
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Pow, I'm on they tails now
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Helicopter well now
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From Carolina to the ATL, it's hell now
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Ah, simmer down, simmer down
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Before they kick our ass out
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Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]
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Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I'm in it for the dough
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Fuck the glow, what's the sense if you ain't got cash to blow
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I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
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And get it past they time
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Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
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I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine
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Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
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And niggas just don't crack they leak
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And they too quick to quack they beak
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You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what
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Now you want half my meat
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You know the narrow
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Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
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Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
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You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys
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And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't me on Foxy
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Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in
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And if the Feds come I got hitters that'll do my ten
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With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
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From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle
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[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]
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Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
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Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
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Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
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Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
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We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
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We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
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We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
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We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
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Say nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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Nigga fuck you - fuck you
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[Hook]
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Put Yo Hood Up (Remix)
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| Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz |
