The Hood Lyrics by Ruff Ryders

The Hood Lyrics

    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 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 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


    [nuchild]
    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 everything you've seen 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 into 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
    I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
    Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit
    While i smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

    [infrared]
    This be the realest shit 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 on, 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 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, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
    Do 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 shit that i'm on
    Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
    I'm gone, see i'm dope like heroin
    And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
    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 yall 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 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
    Cuz 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?
    Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking
    I dont give a fuck 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 r, soon half of us'll goto jail
    The best studio, 16 bars to post bail


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