Look (Boyz N Da Hood)

Look, Look, Look, Look (2x) You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look) In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look) Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look) Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look) Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look) It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look) Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look) But I already had my thing cocked before I (look) See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look) like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze And a trap to the moon, one heat one game Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look) Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look) We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look) But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look) Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin Reason bein since birth man things have seemed A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look) Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look) Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look) Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look) Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look) A dime piece with me all you better do is (look) Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look) You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look) Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain It's deez boyz snow man is the name Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair And I'm straight from the hood that's where i come from Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones Look, Look, Look, Look (2x)