歌名 | the hood |
歌手 | DMX |
专辑 | Ryde Or Die Vol.1 |
歌词 | 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, neve |