DMX - The Hood

Текст песни DMX - The Hood

Shit, this shit right for the thugs in the streetdo yall here me?

Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

Beanie seagal

Beanie segal hit hard, and Ill 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

Im the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer

Im the reason why smokers steal car antennas

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 upim 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 shitll get the opposite of handsomei mean I got to come clean

Ive done bagged up and served every fiend mc in the feds magazine

Im what yall havent seeni swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline

Strike a match and burn the fucking scene

Im no joker - I could blow you in the smoke

And make your man a second hand smoker.

Im so vulgar - Im sendin niggas straight back to their maker

Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player?

I dont 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


Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote

Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatchoke nigga choke, Im dope

Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas react, and play me back

For doe, Ill 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 its 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


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 Im on

Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armim bomb, see Im 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, theres no end

You tough? fight death and be a hero then

Niggas call me poppiseed, Ill pop your seed

And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath

Im a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze

Yall 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


Im the kid with the unlaced boots, butll lace you

Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel

All my bullets hit, never graze youif you never was shit, ima promise you this

Ima front page you, ima youngn

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

Im quiet my gun gotta bad mouthi wake up with the mad south

You know how many chinks and jews drags 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 walkmanima put him in a coffin

Soon as I step inim runnin up on the nigga with the thick lens

Im tryin to get the benz with the thick rims

Double r, soon half of usll goto jailthe rest? the studio, 16 bars to post bail

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