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The Hood

Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the streetdo y'all 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 ain't takin' a loss

Plus if I get snatched, it's 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

Infra red

Now when you wake upi'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 handsomei 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 seeni 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 don't even play that shiti 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

Nuchild

Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote

Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatchoke nigga choke, I'm dope

Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas 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 twoniggas 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 yardi thump hard

Make a nigga yell for crew quicka 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 it's crunch time

So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opiumyou ethiopian

Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'emdo 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 armi'm bomb, see I'm dope like heroin

And my guns got scopes, so they zero infrom 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 y'all 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 youif 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

'cause I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out

I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthi wake up with the mad south

You know how many chinks and jews drag's 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 walkmani'ma put him in a coffin

Soon as I step ini'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 jailthe rest? the studio, 16 bars to post bail

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