Verse one: {lil' slim}



Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything

Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and

Brothers takin' yo life i'm pourin' brew on the curve

For my hommies my nerve

They gettin' popped with the gat so i guess they got served

Now slippin' in the hood is a no no thing

Now way back in the game they used to slang and hang

So let's forget that past i can't dwell on old days

If you show a brother weakness you bond to get sprayed

Stuck in the hood front me dope i wish you would

My hommies showed me love so i know it's all good

Back and forth to the bank no i ain't gon hurt

I rather struggle with my hommies in the hood and

Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the n.o. streets

If you can't play the game you can't compete

With the hustlers and the hoodlums that packin' the gats

You got to walk the set and be fully strapped

The drug dealers steady makin' the ends

My nigga got popped doin' time in the pin a

Mac ten is a man's best friend

When i blast that ass another killin' again

But look here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time

Gettin' lok the lower my game is to

Smoke or to get smoked

I'm still lil' slim no i ain't gone change

I'm showin' love to my hood plus i'm true to the game



Verse two: {pimp daddy}



Throw up a peace to my niggas when i walk in the club

Givin' dap to my boys because i got much love

My hug a few gee's that i knew from the game

Cuz i'm a ghetto ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed

I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects

I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black

Cuz i'm tired of seein' you motherfuckers face down

Six feet deep, yeah or either locked down

So i got to give it up to my niggas

Who got me off the streets and took my finger off the trigger

You made my mother proud of me that's why i got to give it up

You turned my life around that's why i got much love



Verse three: {lady kk}



I got love for them hoes who don't like me

Talk behind my back and said that shit about me

But i'm the type of girl that has to get mine

Strap to dress with my killer platted nine

I hear people say love one another

That's why i give love to the ca§h money brothers



Verse four: {mr. ivan}



Early in my time i used to be the nigga

The gangsta a lunatic killer and a

Cocaine slanger

I'm givin' a lot of love to my niggas that are dead

Like my nigga the mac totter doin' life up in the pin

Sometime i feel the need to bust caps at the cops

Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop

Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast

Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that ass with

My hockey mask doin' it real smooth

Movin' quater keys at speed

Givin' them motherfuckers what they want

I'm givin' 'em what they need dick

The dope game was gettin' played to the left

I had to do somethin' because there wasn't to much time left

I went to robbin' car jackin' kidnappin'

I snatched a few plates motherfucka i was always packin'

I'm gettin' to old for this delinquent ass shit

It took some o pp to get me straight

So i'm able to get them niggas at ca§h money

Gave me chance to redeem myself

Slangin' dope lyrics doin' shows makin' a lot of wealth

Baby and slim i'm givin' love to them niggas

Showed me the right direction and pull me from

Behind the trigger comin' strong up on that ass man

Cotton killer so i'm bangin' a lot of cash chea!

In the studio me and my niggas lite a dub

Cuz niggas from the nine ca§h money

Givin' much love



Verse five: {pxmxwx}



I'm givin' much love for them niggas in the crew

If you don't like that then nigga fuck you

I got it goin' on with that five eight "o"

Much love much respect now let me flow

Niggas be talkin' bullshit playin' with that hoe shit

Touch a nut pull a gat cuz i'm a pull some more shit

Say what, here i come again the same o'l nigga

Drinkin' gin and smokin' stiffs again

When ya weak ya beat i thought you knew fool

Seen you at my show and you want to test my cool

I think you want to be like me damn it feels good bein' a

Bi to the g let me tell you since you try'na stay above

No matter what you do nigga i get's much love



Verse six: {yella boy}



In the hood it stays the same i could

Never me lame to the game

Yes it's off the hook i'm more mature i'm a man

Reminisce all the time back in the days we had some fun

Bitches all up in my shit try'na catch my fuckin' cum

Boo-koo hot rods on my daisy we used to blow and hit the pool

Pussy like another 'j" (i got yo lighter)

But it's cool , you know we down for one and one for all

You know we stay mobbed up (they said you tried to test my nuts)

Or your bond to get fuck up

Send a shout out to my fans

Y'all keep on kickin' that fuckin' dance

Like i said before won't ya take another chance

My boys they got my back we tighter then a pair of gloves

Best believe my mind's at age because i know i got much love



Verse seven: {lady kk}



My boy tec, yes he got much love

My nigga mannie, yes he got much love

Suga slim, i know you got much love

My boy baby, i know you got much love

Ya fat, i know you got much love

Lil' slim, i know you got much love

My boy mike, i know you got much love


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