- The Hood 歌词 Beanie Sigel Drag Inf Red NuChild On Ruff Ryders Mysonne Jadakiss
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- Jadakiss The Hood 歌词
- Beanie Sigel Drag Inf Red NuChild On Ruff Ryders Mysonne Jadakiss
- *******t, this *******t right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do yall here me?
*******t, and this *******t right here...will get you mugged in the street
[beanie seagal]
Beanie segal hit hard, and i'll wire ya jaw
Trademark *******s eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only ****** and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like i never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot ******* it, mad bro to bar
******* 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 *******t 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 *******s sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya *******s 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 *******t'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 ******g 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' *******s straight back to their maker
Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player?
I dont even play that *******t
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my *******t
Yall got a bible? well pray in that *******t
While i smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya
[infrared]
This be the realest *******t i ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke ******* choke, i'm ****
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
*******s react, and play me back
For doe, i'll murder ever ******* not on this track
I spit back, at any ******* claimin' he teflon
The best on, be the next ******* 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
*******s i left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail *******t? never even walked through a junk yard
I thump hard
Make a ******* yell for crew quick
A true *******, eat a ******* 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 ******* lean off the opium
You ethiopian
Willie *******s, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a ******* rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
[mysonne]
Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' *******s in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the *******t that i'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see i'm **** like ******
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know i fear no men
And muther******* 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
*******s 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 *******, that ****** and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that ****** and freeze
So i ******* with real *******s, like the lox and d
And yall *******s 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 *******t, 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 ******s and jews
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a ******* if its a ******* with a walkman
I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as i step in
I'm runnin' up on the ******* 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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