Artist: Project Pat f/ Three 6 Mafia Album: Cutthroat - The Takeova Song: Deep in the Hood Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com Intro (Project Pat) Yeah nigga You niggas know how it go out here Know I'm sayin? Nigga I got three residence nigga My gal house, mama house, and the trap house nigga Know I'm sayin? Ya know I'm sayin? Nigga you won't catch me nigga I'm over there in Cyber garden Nigga I'm over there in Ridgegrove nigga, ya know I'm sayin? Nigga catch me nigga, know I'm sayin? Nigga I'm in Hollywood nigga, know I'm sayin? I might be in Hyde Park, ya know I'm sayin? Yeah, just come get me nigga I'm in the hood nigga, North Memphis nigga That's where I'm at nigga, ya know I'm sayin? And it's whatever over here dogg (All Day) (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 1, Juicy J) Nigga FUCK yo hood, nigga FUCK yo set I'm that killa with the rusty Tech I'm the gorilla that'll break yo neck I'm that nigga that'cha don't fuck wit I always knew you niggas wasn't real I always knew you niggas would tell I always knew you niggas would fail I hope you niggas know I'm still gettin this mail And ridin on sixes, fuckin with bitches Hustle all day man, gettin my issue Buy sellin dope, never workin that crystal Walk up in the bank then pull out a pistol Nigga I'll rob you, gimme that cheese Gimme that car, nigga gimme them keys A sawed-off pump, nigga you can get these Bullets put a little color in ya white tees Don't violate, and the guns get bigger I'm from the North, straight real street nigga Haters gon hate, y'all niggas ain't killas So why you wanna put'cha self in front of my trigger? That's suicide bruh, all covered up Standin on the block, nigga all post up You better hide the ho screamin it up I'm takin out the trash nigga, dump-dump-dump! (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 2, DJ Paul) Standin in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip (Grip-grip-grip-grip) Pussy nigga best not slip Desert Eagle, short nose, in my fuckin draws ho Pull that shit, it's like a remote, it'll make yo little ass pause ho Crawl ho, like a motherfuckin dog ho That's what'chu gon be in yo next life, ain't gon be no tomorrow May I borrow your life? Credit cards and ID's? Shades, watch, and rings? House keys and cars keys? Nigga this the hate, you shoulda stayed afraid But you had to turn 'fraid, now you gon turn in yo braid You gon turn on yo face, and lay it on the concrete Patna this the end, you shouldn't have turned down the wrong street (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] (Verse 3, Project Pat) They know I'm real wit it Don't play, will get it Off with his head, fifty shots, bet I will hit it Suckers couldn't deal with it so they started tattlin Snakes that I broke bread with started rattlin Paddlin my head above water, knock yo doors in Got the boy for two cakes, talkin bout he gon' do me in Sniper rifles, desert rifles with bullets inside 'em Shoot niggas mama's houses up to bring 'em out of hidin Playa I ain't hidin, I'm Cypress Garden hallways The crack in my hand, shotguns, and them SK's I stays off in the dark, off in them cuts The boys car turned in the lot, and we shot it up (Hook, Juicy J) [Project Pat] We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up We be deep in the hood, standin in cuts Come through with that shit and we gon shoot'cha shit up [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka] [And our choppers go blocka-blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka]