Real Hip Hop (feat. Sheek & Sheek Louch)

Swizz Beatz the monster

Real music (Real music)

Let's go

The hood's hot (Uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot (Clap, ah-ha)

The hood's hot (Oh, yeah) The hood's hot (Uh, yeah)

Yo, when I squirt the chrome, the funeral home

Gon' double they money this year off my work alone

So cool with it, yet, and still I'm old school with it

Nobody gotta know who did it

Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?

Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that

I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off

Lame **** cuffin' them whack whores

Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake

Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off

Might lay it up, might not

**** don't be in the wrong place, bullets be in the right spot

I'm quite hot, y'all **** is quite pop

The record don't sell, then I still got light rocks

Like wearin' Timbs with Nike socks

And the lil' bit of money I did make, I put it in light stocks

Yeah

How y'all doin' out there? (Jada, what up, ****?)

How y'all doin' out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch, ****)

The hood's hot (Thanks for inviting me on this track)

The hood's hot

Yo, if my flow too tight, put the pressure on

Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin' a Sprite

Make big deals, get out on big bails

****, your career about as short as Amil's (Haha)

**** on **** like I had two tails

With enough bars to open four jails

If you don't know ****, ask Madden

How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan

Shank up (Yeah), **** leak enough blood

To fill a **** H-2 tank up

Getcha bank up (Yeah) who you rank up

Get off his **** and get you a brick (Woo)

We done seen every John Woo flick

So act like The Killer instead of some chick (****)

**** a pimp cup, get a plastic one (No doubt)

Put some 'Yak in that **** and go and get it done

How y'all doin' out there? (You know what they want, right?)

How y'all doin' out there? (They want that gangsta **** form us, daddy)

The hood's hot

The hood's hot

Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (No doubt)

We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father

If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (Nah)

You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff

Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff

I'm like T-Dub (Yeah), you wanna be dubbed (No doubt)

I was there when a lil' **** re'd up

You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up

Yeah, uh, yo

I branched out, so you can get the deez

In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out

**** the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors

We pop loud **** to stand out

You know what it is, kid, your man got the money in his crib

Then we gon' go in your man's house

Double R D-Block **** the camp's out

Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin' the amps out, what?

How y'all doin' out there?

How y'all doin' out there?

The hood's hot

The hood's hot