The Hood

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Shit This shit right here is for the thugs in the street Do y'all here me? And this shit right here, yeah Might get you mugged in the street [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars On the block servin' 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, its less time for the song I was been known to stroll the block, hold the Glock Blow dro, pick up dough, 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 Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick [Verse 2: Inf Red] Now when you wake up I'm wipin' the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun Holdin' your son, smokin' Branson Blowin' 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 gasoline 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 get ya [Verse 3: NuChild] 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 Roosevelt style Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child [Verse 4: 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, shootin' 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 motherfuck 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 faggos, that cock and freeze So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see [Verse 5: 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 youngin' 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 but my gun got a bad mouth I wake up with the mask out You know how many chains and jewels Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route? 'Cause when I walk in, stop the talkin' I dont give a fuck if it's 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 go to jail The best studio, 16 bars to post bail