The Hood (Chopped & Screwed)-Trillville

The Hood (Chopped & Screwed) - Trillville The Hood" [Lil' Jon:] Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to the life and times of trillville. Now ill be your guide on this here journey. Its ya boy Lil' Jon check'n in. And first up, im'a let my ni**a Dirtymouth holla at ya. [Dirtymouth:] We can take it to the streets ni**a if ya got beef. Cause ain't no ho in me im'a knock out ya teeth. While you fake a** ni**a keep talkin sh*t, i'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick. I'm the realest motha f**ka when it comes to makein hits, so shut the f**k up fore i bust ya in your lip. The street lights on, so you best to go home, its gettin late for ya as i shine up the chrome. Aiming at ya dome buck shots rang i'm deep off in the game when the ni**a bide his pain. Niiga f**k the fame im'a roll and gets the dough, my name ain't doughboy so don't be tryin me like a ho. I'm not your average joe that ya see every day, i rob, steal, and kill just to get my a** paid. I shine like a blade, on the old school. A ni**a act a fool if a ni**a break a rule. For real [Lil Jon:] Dirtymouth spittin' at ya b**ches and niggas. Expecially talkin to you fake niggas out there. Youknow, real reconize real. And fake niggas always wanna hate an sh*t. You haten niggas we gonna find ya. We gonna seek ya out. Holla at em' Don P. [Don:] I know for a fact you ain't ready for the streets. You suckas rain on this concrete. You fall to the ground just a splat to my feet. You sound wrong ni**a, go home, you can't compete. They try to be elite, they watch T.V. They try to imitate, and thats what make em' fake. Cause the hood ain't actin, niggas start relaxin'. Thinkin' they can live in this world without packin'. Shop at Janet Jackson, niggas still laughin, at how we broke it down, like a motha f**kin fraction. Two trasaction, and wasnt no body askin, until you ran your mouth like a motha f**kin faggot. And ain't no variations. Niggas still haten, but i guess i hate too because i hate the music they creatin'. Ho's that they savin, bands that they maken. Whoever else that like em, so i hate their fan bases. Yeah! [Lil' Jon:] Ya see a ni**a like me, i've be all around the motha f**kin world, all over the place, all over this b**ch. And you notice haten niggas everywhere you motha f**kin go. Theres fake ni**a everywhere you motha f**kin go. But you know what, them fake niggas make the real niggas that much more stronger. Tell em' L.A. [L.A.:] Look, you ain't ready for the streets. And you claim to be hard, but you weak. A Bad b**ch and you sweat at you beat. The only thing you probably touch, was her feet. You beat your meat. Now, picture me i'm servin. Get ya a** up to block, it ain't workin'. You don't want a trill ni**a, you close your curtians, you need to take your a** home, and thats for certian. Gimme the b**ch, hard like a dick ready to f**k. You ain't take a sh*t, we gonna bust a nut. With the steal, some niggas do it for a meal. If times get hard then you gearin up your grill. For real. The hood man, where a ni**a live, and i ain't trippin man cause thats all i have to give. Sh*t, and maybe your ni**a is stronger, and i get it, thats the reason what a ni**a stay ballin. [Lil' Jon:] Hey, and ain't no niggas ever gonna stop my paper, never that. Never ni**a, you know what i mean? I'm out here on my motha f**kin hustle everyday. But i ain't sellin d**e, but i'm sellin these beats and sh*t. Rhymes and all this bullshit. I'm sellin this cruck energy drink. And i'm sellin all kinds of sh*t, ni**a i'm sellin CDs, DVDs, whatever you need. And my niggas Trillville, they always gonna get it motha f**kin real.