[Intro: Trip Lee]
Aw man ya'll done messed up and let us in ya hood
[Hook]
We back in ya hood, aw man
[Verse 1: Trip Lee]
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 ain't 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
[Verse 2: Thi'sl]
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
Aw man ya'll done messed up and let us in ya hood
[Hook]
We back in ya hood, aw man
[Verse 1: Trip Lee]
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 ain't 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
[Verse 2: Thi'sl]
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
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