[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch

[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy]
Bitch, I'm back out of prison
Fuckin with this rap, cause this rap shit easy
Hooked up with Weezy, n***as didn't believe me
I'm not a fuckin actor, but they see me on the TV
I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy
We got numbers, and it's good, boy
Got them birds to Georgia, comin through the water
It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order
Thirty-six, grams, fish scales
Thousand and Eight grams, n***a, you failed
I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you
I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew (Young Money!)
Me and them, that's Young Money
We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy
Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around
For me to hold it down, for my seventeenth round

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!
Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards, I'm cannibal
Riding in that Phantom, hoe, them n***as is cowards, hoe
The Applestreet animal, but the food ain't flammable
I'm from the hood, where young n***as gamble, yo
You n***as sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe
See every day, I wake up, and know it's more shit
N***as say my flow sick, I be like, no shit
The feds pull up, askin questions, I don't know shit
I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G, like Carl Thomas
The type of n***as that'll play with your ass on the Palm Pilots
Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers, I did a million times
See I could merk ya with a million rhymes a million times
See, I got money, I could buy you bastards
That's why I got more hoes than a Buyou classic
Like Eighty degrese when I tell a bitch please
Raise up off my N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these
At ease

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch