The Hood

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 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
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