(feat Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, ChynaWhyte)

[Intro - Roy Jones Jr]

Yeah this Roy JonesJr
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
The undisputed lightheavyweight champion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off withthis put yo hood up remix
Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, PeteyPablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y'all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uhuh

[Hook]

Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hoodup
Put yo hood up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo clickup
Put yo click up
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shitmotherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo clickmotherfucker

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]

I hold a 44 from the sideangle
Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle
Uh you know Kiss,all I do is puff hem all day
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
Sincethey brough gold back
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya backon Old National
I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs
But theycall my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
Get high, get drunk, and weget shit crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss, Lil' Jonand them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
DoubleR till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me inthe pound
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
What up niggas the remix,put yo hood up niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - PeteyPablo]

It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now
Act anymotherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house
Music - extra, extraloud
Shorties - extra, extra out
My flows - four mics, get The Sourcebitch and check it out
I came to knock this bastard down
Juic - yableedin' now
You be it - the Petey style
Why - hit the curb man I got'em
With the open mouth
All I hear is oohs and awes
What ya mama said,damn Petey king now
Pow, I'm on they tails now
Helicopter well now
FromCarolina to the ATL, it's hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Beforethey kick our ass out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeahnow

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]

Ha ha, keepthe fame nigga I'm in it for the dough
Fuck the glow, what's the sense if youain't got cash to blow
I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
And getit past they time
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press thenine
I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine
Ooh the language I speak when thempeople roll around
And niggas just don't crack they leak
And they tooquick to quack they beak
You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what
Now youwant half my meat
You know the narrow
Nigga I still run with the fourpound metals
Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
You boyslivin' a dream like the Cosbys
And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't meon Foxy
Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in
And if theFeds come I got hitters that'll do my ten
With no problem, on every song Iplant my flow blossom
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA TheApostle

[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]

Bia bia -put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout itout loud
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
Bia bia - get buckin the motherfuckin' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We runthis bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
Werun this bitch, yo click ain't shit
Say nigga fuck you - fuck you
Niggafuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuckyou
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you- fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuckyou

[Hook]