My Hood

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From  Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My  hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin’ 'till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From  the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My  hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E., Capone]

You  see, years passed, bandana’d up with a mask

And we fatigued out, ready hammered up in the grass

Uh huh, I had to pull it out, click click, pull it out

Nah, let me hit em son, I'm bout squeeze the bullet out

Yeah,  yeah, there he go, pop pop, there he go

We gon' creep on him though, let the calico go

Anybody move, go, we play it by the rules though

No women, no children, it's over before this fool [?]

Yeah, we by the building, B

He's playin' where the children be

My hood, we run upon you, put you out your misery

Break down, get rid of artillery, you feelin' me?

My hood is like scripts from The Wire

And keep shit burning like the California fires

Keep a tight grip like a good pair of pliers

Yeah, in my hood, they pass out wanted posters like flyers

When [?] Lou died niggas started wild riots

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin’ ’till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E., Capone]

Son I, miss the pub, I miss all the beef

I miss the Hill and ball in the Reese

I miss the Ave, especially when it’s prime time

Lost batallion and Crissy's on the Nine-nine

Yeah, I miss the shorties in the summertime thongs

I miss the chicken wings, there's nothin' like Wong’s

I miss Vinnie's, the [?] in black panties

Jamaican spot, eatin' oxtail with Henny, yeah

I miss Riverpark, I miss 21 Street

Hittin' up the Arab spot when I'm thisty

Yeah, I miss the continental room in the Wing

I miss the Back, ballin' doing my thing

I miss Queens Plaza, miss the Q-train

Experience cap service and new 'caine

I miss Willy, I miss calling national

Queens Center Mall and the hoes that I was rappin' to

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good

[Verse 3: Uncle Murda, Maino]

We the definition of a gangsta, thug and street nigga

Ride, I don't talk to the police, nigga

Young entrepreneurs, for real, no pretending

Make a movie 'bout our lives, ain't no snitching at the ending

Introducing, the Brooklyn shooters

Hit his face with the Mac

His his chest with the Ruger

It's Maino, Murda and C-N-N

Before it's over, we gon' make CNN

No love

Fire every round 'till it's no slugs

Two thugs

And four black bloody gloves

Even the police know we fuckin' cold D's, for Maino

For Murda

I kill a nigga for free

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good

[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger, Kurupt]

Let me tell you 'bout the hood me and my nigga come from

Yeah, hollowheads, clippin' and chippin', pop 'em and get spun

What the fuck you really want, it's DPG

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me (Hey!)

You know I serve 'm with the Uzi, take 'm back to them [?] days

When niggas got popped and fools spots get shot if you run away

Boo-yah, boo-yah, now it's all over

Hood shit, nigga, mixed with La Cosa Nostra

Yeah motherfucker, locked and loaded, the K was in [?]

Drive-by's was creating spitters of the year

My hood, nigga Dogg Pound Gangstaville

My hood, nigga, Dogg Pound gangsters will

Smash on anybody, OG's and busters

Peel ya cap on y'all, bitch motherfuckers

Cross ya name out, EBK

Anybody kill a Young John Gotti nigga

Coming in the body, niggas

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good

[Verse 5: Malice, Pusha T]

R-E U-P G-A-N-G

Yeah I talk it caused I live it, I ain't story tellin'

Read between the lines nigga, I ain't good at spellin'

Writing's on the wall, got the whole city buyin' vowels

Turn them O's over for my fortune band of white style

Pile on the money, where I'm from niggas take your child for the money

Beat the trial like it's funny

Sunny day, never missed my face, the roof's erased

AMG, will know chrome, the shoes is laced

We the crown holders like Big in the Coogie

Uzi in the waist, don't mistake it for Bougie

Prove me wrong, we're the pastor and the psalm

Stay killing imaginary niggas in your songs

You don't want qualms, all my niggas calm

Gorillas in the mist, beat our chest with our fist

What we squeeze and what we plead is the Fifth

Take everything I learned from the hood as a gift

[Chorus: N.O.R.E., Capone]

My hood, My hood

From Iraq to Kuwait, hood niggas know we get down, and clap niggas face

My hood, My hood

We don't care what you talk about, nigga keep talkin' 'till we motherfucking chalk him out

My hood, My hood

From the rats to the snakes, niggas hustle just to eat food and scrap for the papes

My hood, My hood

My hood is yo hood, yo hood is my hood, what nigga, it's all good