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In Ya Hood Cypha Remix

Artist:Tedashii  Album:Kingdom People 

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Aw man ya'll done messed up and let us in ya hood We back in ya hood, aw man These ain't the Boyz in the Hood but these boys in ya hood Bringing joy to ya hood, making noise in ya hood Trying to tell the people bout the Lord 'cause He's good No guns on the waist, we bring our swords to ya hood We know we aint the dudes the radio wanna play Cause we don't smoke drank or tote a 44 on the waist They got them youngsters yearning lusting for change And they determined to get they verses stuck in ya brain Our main thing is to get the Lord's Word in ya brain So you can learn of the King turn and worship His name We deserve worse we came to Earth cursed, enslaved But this perfect person yearns to purchase us main And free us, so we ain't gotta flirt with the flames He offers to clean us, like a shirt with a stain His name is proclaimed yeah we know that Jesus is better That's why we tryin to teach 'em and reach 'em with records You know your boy hood like old school and check cards, we ain't posting trying to trap fam, we rep God In the worst areas of your city, you know who I'm rolling with, you peep the stitch on my fitty We preaching Christ in our Dickies no more sex in the city, we ain't chopping out here derrty we ain't popping no fifties Aw man, they done let your boy jump on this remix, even in the hood you see me posted with my crucifix If you see us on the streets you know we preaching the Word, from the middle of the map all the way to the third You know what the mission is if we posting the curb, the gospel, the only thing that we package and serve We spit bars praying that the truth will make you switch lanes, get changed like some money passed in a dice game This the aim for the whole squad since Christ came (we ain't ashamed), you know the rest derrty go on and peep game We back in ya hood, aw man Aw yeah we in ya hood just to rep the Lord, His word'll melt your hard heart like a Nestle bar Trip-lee said what it do, let me tell you what it is, we wanna lead more slaves out than Harriet Tubman did Slaves to what? Slaves to sin, you ain't seeing a change, the reason is plain, you ain't bow to Jesus' name Look we ain't got no time to slack boy, this here is major, that's why we bring the truth in trap form without the paper So you gon see us posted when you look on the block, I'm a hustler I want your hood hooked on that rock (I got that rock) Yeah that's right fam I'm rolling with Jesus whose body was broken up like B2K group Come on and shake loose like a Winans track, cause you're useless without your life and the Vine attached So get connected with the truth dog and mash with that, cause without Christ it's hard to breathe like a asthma attack


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