The Hood lyrics

Artist  : Ruff Ryders 
Song : The Hood



 Send "The Hood" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[Featuring Beanie Seagal InfraRed NuChild Drag
On]


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

[InfraRed?/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 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
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, reload, niggas come to rip
ya

[InfraRed?/NuChild?]
Peep the illest
shit that 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 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
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, we scoping 'em, and
roping '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 that I'm
on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side
arm
I'm bomb, see I'm dope like heroin
And
my guns got scopes, so they zero in
From 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 rest? The studio, 16 bars to post
bail