Love Me in the Hood

It's banks nigga 
  South side love 
  They love me in the hood 

  [Verse 1: LLoyd Banks] 
  Cold since my man died, over that's a damn lie 
  Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide 
  Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship 
  I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch 
  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, hop karma sutra in the bed 
  I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread 
  I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head 
  Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony 
  Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me 
  Exotic women, heavy lenin, that's how I'm living 
  The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens 
  Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings 
  F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him 

  [Hook: LLoyd Banks] 
  Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood 
  Them bitches talking about me, that's how you know 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 here me? 
  Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 
  Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 

  [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] 
  Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn 
  Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn 
  Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed 
  Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage 
  I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid 
  F-cking 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 fuck the wrestling 
  Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em 
  I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's 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 
  Gg kush bags couldn't find a better stench 
  Fly like D.  Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench 

  [Hook] 

  [Verse 3: LLoyd banks] 
  Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me 
  Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie 
  Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie 
  When I'm hungry ain't aa humble bum, picture a nigga summy 
  Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year 
  Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere 
  F-cking dimes or something, my aura 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 niggas 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 meet it at the bottom with my niggas son 

  [Hook]