The Hood Lyrics

The Hood lyrics

[Featuring Beanie Seagal InfraRed NuChild Drag On]


Shit this shit
right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do yall here me?
Shit and
this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

[Beanie
Seagal]
Beanie Segal hit hard and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes
give them perminant scars
Twist backwards never catch me rollin'
cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block
serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to
bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched,
its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the
glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed
ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car
antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
the size of
Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip
quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be
quick

[InfraRed?/NuChild?]
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the
cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking
Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His
shit'll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
I've done
bagged up and served every fiend MC in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all
haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and
burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you in the smoke
and
make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas
straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see
me player?
I dont even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood
sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a
scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya

[InfraRed?/NuChild?]
Peep
the illest shit that I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your
throat
Choke nigga choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on
contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga
not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
The best
don? Be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You
wanna battle?"
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
After
waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas I left
lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk
hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard
I thump
hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a
chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots
ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the
opium
You ethiopian
Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'em
Do a
nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his
child

[Mysonne]
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right
palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed,
thats the that I'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I'm
bomb, see I'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero
in
From here on in, know I fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here
go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight
death and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And
move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga,
that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and
freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And yall niggas got
problems, just watch and see

[Drag-On]
I'm the kid with the unlaced
boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a
bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, I'ma
promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
The first one there,
and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz
I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun
gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and
jews
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when I walk in, stop
the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
I'ma put him
in a coffin
Soon as I step in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick
lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of
us'll goto jail
The rest? The studio, 16 bars to post bail