Correction Lyrics On The Hood by T.I.

Featuring(s) : 42 Dugg & Mozzy

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Lyrics

Huh, I came in the game, puttin' these bustas' in check
Got a problem with it? Good luck with that
Okay, I earned my stripes, I'm tried and true
If you hangin' with a opp nigga, then fuck you too
That's on the hood (Yeah)
Nigga, that's on the hood

[T.I.]
Okay, still get paid off rap, you see
Did my deal like Master P
Ayy, listen, all my gas be vacuum-sealed
Killin' this shit dead, no casualty
Okay, built my empire gradually
Used to keep white like ashy knees
And in comparison, you better do it carefully
Could still mention they name, just after me
Will never trade who I am to be whatever you are
We gon' get some understandin' before I go on your jaw
Ain't gotta have to know about you, already knowin' you flaw
You get in front of police and tell 'em whatever you saw
One thing about it, big wheel gon' keep on rollin'
Until the forward motion, regret, had when they bring out your bid
That when the pressure get applied, nigga, die for respect
Your ego big as a giant, you tryna keep 'em in check
Good luck with that

[42 Dugg]
Blogs change a nigga lyrics, guess I'm finally famous
Five hundred K in jewelry, bitch, I finally made it
Still swappin' out the twenties, right on 6th & Davison
Quarter million cash stashed, bro, them shit got raided
Still yellin', "Free my neighbors," enough for us to leave the nation
Fuck it up, we need to save it, back to hustle, I need the paper
Hit me up, you need a favor (What you mean?)
I can still get that truckload
Young Dugg been betrayed, it's hard to trust hoes
I might swap it out with TIP, go throw my buffs on
Lock in with the custo', top-ten for a month-long
Drop 'em for a run, but I still cop 'em with the backend
Ayy, we could nuke two hundred, I might need to grab tens

[Mozzy]
Ayy, I don't fuck with suckers and niggas that do
My brother fuck with suckers, word to mother, he gettin' it too
Share your location when you postin', I'm sendin' 'em through
Talk about them corners, you be posted, we been in them too
Whoever ain't no child of these trenches is just a recruit
Blew them out the trap, niggas stupid, these bitches ain't bool
Hang with him, get hung with him, fuck niggas, no love for 'em
I just bought a new drum for him, I ain't bringin' up what I done for 'em
You ain't G enough to come plug somethin', nigga, shut up (Shut up)
I remain calm under pressure, when niggas was one up (On God)
We get to up on 'em, niggas up somethin' when you run up
Ayy, I got a phone call 'bout six-five and I hung up
Why do your name keep bein' brung up? Paperwork bein' dug up?
You ever told on one of your brothers, you niggas is suckers (You niggas is suckers)
Said, why do your name keep bein' brung up? Paperwork bein' dug up?
You ever told on one of your brothers, you niggas is suckers (You niggas is suckers)

[Ms. Pat & T.I.]
Oh, shit, I used to sell dope and get money
You know I told you, nigga, shit, I mean my titty and blew my nipple off
(Yeah) Nigga, that's on the hood
You need two nipples to balance
Bitch, mind your business, my equilibrity is off

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