Lloyd Banks - They Love Me In The Hood lyrics

[Verse 1] Cold since my man died, over that a damn lie Boy you smoking dust Got these n***as by a landslide Uhh, I got them n***as by a rocket ship Hit the after-burner, Ike Turner how I drop a b**h I'm so far ahead I'm already dead Getting at you from the future That's why I'm used to what you said Wait until you see the new superhead She got the turbo wop, hot karma sutra in the bed I got your yard on my card, back to future wit the bread I pull your card, you a fraud, hope they shot you in your head Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and ya style phony Every day a trending topic, keep the pound on me Exotic women, heavy leaning, that's how I'm living The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens Every week a n***a leak a bunch of robbings k**ings f** a hater make a million let survival feed him [Hook: LLoyd Banks] Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood Them b**hes talking about me, thats how I'm doing good Understood I'm good they love me in the hood Understood I'm good they love me in the hood I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes Do you hear me? Understood I'm good they love me in the hood [Verse 2] Be in here with the weapons on, blink get your necklace torn Hef the don, f**ing on your sister like Escobar Escalade eyes bloody red like I've been pepper sprayed Sex for exercise, b**hes screaming when I step on stage I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid f**in since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them My seconds make a twirler stay for months f** the wrestling Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman pen You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents Done worked my whole life to get two, i've been spending ever since Og kush bags couldn't find a better stench Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench [Hook] [Verse 3] Big city to country all the pretty b**hes wants me Toe tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie Frying pan man turn your head into a Gumby When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a n***a summy Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere f**ing dimes or something, my hora got the telly scared All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china Mr. no good hood is ever acid rhymer Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana I'm honored, loaded lama n***as hate ya honor Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel All the snickering I'm running through this money till the trip is done I made it out the bottom with my n***as, son [Hook]