Hood Muzik (Album Version|Explicit)

Know what this s**t sound like right n***as

That old gun out music in the hood right

You hear it n***a don't be scared n***a

My n***as is wit me we focused man yeah

Get Low in the building y'know n***a

Let's do it c'mon yo

It's gettin hot so the shorts is on

Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long n***a

You could pass me to baby's zoo

One shot'll turn a n***a face into baby food BLAAH

Get it clear now why they lookin for Saddam

Weapons of mass destruction is here

I got a few in my hood

In case a n***a ever get the feelin and he think that he could

Or would pull sket on me

I could show you first hand what's a felony

And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing

I'm not Sosa but the dogs is coming

This is not not no no motherf**king game

Entertain you motherf**kers is not why I came

It's R O C and M O P

I wipe floors wit little n***as for f**kin wit my team

My n***a think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC

But yo big tell god I said naah cuz he throw like a b***h

When he threw it he missed the niceset MCs is right here

Why the f**k you throw it over there

The whole rap game turned into a 2 Pac a don

Gangsta boy boppin with his nuts and cock in your palm

Playa pass the baton got a few jack tools and bullet scars

Now you got your 2 Pac costume on

THUG LIFE

first of all y'all n***as gon' need more songs

This M O P n***a we put it down

Put it down

Motherf**kers trying to figure me out

Wanna see what a n***a be bout

But if I told ya I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last

And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f**k

Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour

Naw n***a I'm a quarter to eight M O P

Now let me clear this up for you youngun Bill still comin

The Ville still gunnnin

St tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh

Runnin I come from the Browns where n***as don't play fair

It's no love lost cuz it was never none there

Put me in a position to blast

I'll pop you and drop you where they be fishin for bass

So once you ramblin take you drape you and break you to small pieces

And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces

We hold fort we don't give a f**k about you

Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s**t out you

Bill's not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine

Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine n***a

In '87 I started my career

I'll jump back

Clap

And get it goin this year

I live my life in crime time b***h

And that's about the size of it AAAOWW