[Intro - Roy Jones Jr.] Yeah this Roy JonesJr. Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down The undisputed lightheavyweight champion of the world We about to knock niggas heads off withthis put yo hood up remix Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz Jadakiss, PeteyPablo, Chyna Whyte Represent y'all in the hood tonight Yeah, yeah, uhuh
[Hook] Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hoodup Put yo hood up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo clickup Put yo click up Represent yo shit motherfucker Represent yo shitmotherfucker Represent yo click motherfucker Represent yo clickmotherfucker
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss] I hold a 44 from the sideangle Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle Uh you know Kiss,all I do is puff hem all day Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK Sincethey brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya backon Old National I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs But theycall my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs Get high, get drunk, and weget shit crunk Violate you might die or just get jumped Jadakiss, Lil' Jonand them Eastside Boyz D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys DoubleR till they put me in the ground And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me inthe pound Stop actin' like a bitch you scared What up niggas the remix,put yo hood up niggas
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[Verse 2 - PeteyPablo] It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now Act anymotherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house Music - extra, extraloud Shorties - extra, extra out My flows - four mics, get The Sourcebitch and check it out I came to knock this bastard down Juic - yableedin' now You be it - the Petey style Why - hit the curb man I got'em With the open mouth All I hear is oohs and awes What ya mama said,damn Petey king now Pow, I'm on they tails now Helicopter well now FromCarolina to the ATL, it's hell now Ah, simmer down, simmer down Beforethey kick our ass out Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeahnow
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[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte] Ha ha, keepthe fame nigga I'm in it for the dough Fuck the glow, what's the sense if youain't got cash to blow I had to shift my gears from fast to slow And getit past they time Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press thenine I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine Ooh the language I speak when thempeople roll around And niggas just don't crack they leak And they tooquick to quack they beak You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what Now youwant half my meat You know the narrow Nigga I still run with the fourpound metals Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto You boyslivin' a dream like the Cosbys And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't meon Foxy Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in And if theFeds come I got hitters that'll do my ten With no problem, on every song Iplant my flow blossom From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA TheApostle
[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] Bia bia -put yo click up and shout it out loud Bia bia - put yo click up and shout itout loud Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd Bia bia - get buckin the motherfuckin' crowd We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit We runthis bitch, yo click ain't shit We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit Werun this bitch, yo click ain't shit Say nigga fuck you - fuck you Niggafuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuckyou Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you- fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuckyou
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