Текст (слова) песни: Beanie Sigel, Drag-On, InfraRed, NuChild - The Hood

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 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 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
Y`all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

[InfraRed]
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

[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 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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Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street [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 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 Y`all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick [InfraRed] 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 [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 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 Нравится песня? 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