The Hood

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[Featuring Beanie Seagal  InfraRed  NuChild  Drag On] 

Shit  this shit right for the thugs in the street 

Do 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 f*ck it, mad bro to bar 

F*ck crack, flip powder, I ain't 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 


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 don't even play that shit 

I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit 

y'all got a bible? Well pray in that shit 

While I smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya 


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 want to battle?" 

"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel" 

After waxin' him, I wax you 

Smack you, clap you, and that's 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 


Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm 

Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm 

Kill or be killed, that's 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 that's 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 f*ck 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'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 mouth 

I 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 f*ck 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 are, soon half of us'll goto jail 

The rest? The studio, 16 bars to post bail

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