The Hood
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This for the thugs in the street, do you hear me?
And this shit right here, man
Might get you mugged in the street
Beanie Sigel hitting hard, and I'll wire your jaw
Trademarked nigga's eyes, give 'em permanent scars
Twist Backwoods, never catch me rolling cigars
Only cop and blow 'dro out of preservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot, fuck it, mack brody the bar
Smoke crack, flip powder, I ain't taking a loss
Plus if I get snatches, less time for the saw
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the Glock
Blow 'dro, pick up dough, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some Arm & Hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antennas
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
The size of chick lips and make you niggas sick
While y'all try to profit, I just flip quick
Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my dough be sick
Now when you wake up, I'm wiping the cold out your eye
With the barrel of the .9, holding your son, smoking grandson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
A nigga get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
I done bagged up and served every fiend you seen in the Feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gasoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker, I could blow you into smoke
And make your man a secondhand smoker
I'm so vulgar, I'm sending niggas straight back to they maker
Broke with a PlayStation for a CD player
See me, playa? I don't even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood saying my shit
Y'all got a Bible? Well, pray on that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns, they coming
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands 'round your throat
Choke, nigga, choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke off contact, niggas react
And play me back for dough
I murder every nigga not on this track
I spit back at any nigga claiming he Teflon
The best on be the next nigga to get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God, "You wanna battle?"
I could care less, send me to hell, I like to travel
After waxing him, I wax you, smack you, clap you
Now that's two niggas I left looking like statue
I have to bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit, never even walked through a junkyard
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 '99
It's all mine, niggas ride through when it's crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian, really niggas, yeah, we scoping 'em and roping 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hanging, wild up with a picture, wife, moms and his child
It's Mike's song, Lefty, gun up in the right palm
Popping niggas in they sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, that's the shit that I'm on
It's desperado style, shooting at 'em sidearm
I'm gone, you see I'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes so they zero in
Here on in, know I fear no men
And motherfuckers shooting 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 Papi C, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on a block that's too hot to breathe
I'm a real type of nigga that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess niggas that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas like The Lox and D
And y'all niggas got problems, just watch and see
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'm a young'n, the first one in, the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
'Cause I like to feel pissed out
So when they trap me, I blast out
I'm quiet, but my gun got a bad mouth
I wake up with the mask out
You know how many shots and drugs Drag
Done dragged out on a cash route?
'Cause when I walk in, stop the talking
I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with
A Walkman, I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in, I'm running up on a nigga with the thick lens
Shit, I'm trying to get the Benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll go to jail
The rest studio, sixteen bars to post bail