In The Hood by YATZ Lyrics

Everybody in the hood stay with a stap, cocked back
Even my army boy saying it feel like Iraq, Lock that
Carefull when your touching my weight heavey if you drop that
Your gonna have to buy that
And you dont wanna know the price tag
Dirty money carried around in a brown berlet bag
Riding round town with my sounds on perfect swag
Litening to T.I
Yea Im bout my B.I
Cross it and you'll see why
Why I go maniac
For the cash Im spraying that
I should be a painter
Brushing of my hater
Tell them bye I'll see you later
Have to spend this paper
Got to see you face sir
After i get this recipt YO
Im tossing it at your face snitch
Look like I've put my taste in it
You still waste in it
Ok oscar heres a menu
Chef you up sever to end you
Few things Yatz can't do Hating
Balling I can do
Its like a Target
I can't miss I do damage
Riding around your city with a bad chick
On some TAC ish
High stats
And your average
Thats what the stats is
Thats It
Then off to where the cash is
Hold massive
Amounts of franks and Jacksons
Weight add up and I ain't even maxin