Jadakiss

Jadakiss - Real Hip Hop lyrics

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(feat. Sheek)

                    [Swizz Beatz]



                      Swizz Beatz the monsta



                      Real music (real music) let's go

                    The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap)



                      The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)

                    [Verse One: Jadakiss]



                      Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home



                      gon' double they money this year off my work alone



                      So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it



                      Nobody gotta know who did it



                      Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?



                      Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that



                      I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off



                      Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores



                      Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake



                      Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off



                      Might lay it up, might not



                      Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot



                      I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop



                      The record don't sell then I still got light rocks



                      Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks



                      And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks

                    [Swizz Beatz]



                      Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?)



                      How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)



                      The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track)



                      The hood's hot!

                    [Verse Two: Sheek Louch]



                      Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on



                      Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite



                      Make big deals, get out on big bails



                      Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)



                      Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)



                      With enough bars to open four jails



                      If you don't know nigga, ask Madden



                      How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan



                      Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood



                      to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up



                      Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up



                      Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!)



                      We done seen every John Woo flick



                      So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)



                      Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)



                      Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done

                    [Swizz Beatz]



                      How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)



                      How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)



                      The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you)



                      The hood's hot!

                    [Verse Three: Sheek]



                      Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)



                      We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father



                      If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)



                      You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff



                      Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff



                      I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt)



                      I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up



                      You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up

                    [Jadakiss]



                      Yeah, uh, yo



                      I branched out, so you can get the deez



                      In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out



                      Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors



                      We pop loud guns nigga to stand out



                      You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib



                      Then we gon' go in your man's house



                      Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out



                      Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what?

                    [Swizz Beatz]



                      How y'all doin out there?



                      How y'all doin out there?



                      The hood's hot!



                      The hood's hot! 
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