the hood

shit, this shit right here. is for the thugs in the street, do ya'll here me?, shit, and this shit right here. will get you mugged in the street, 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 ain't 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, 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 don't even play that shit, i just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit, ya'll got a bible? well pray in that shit, while i smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya, 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 that's 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, it's 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, it's mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm, poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm, kill or be killed, that's the shit that i'm on, it's 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 that's 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 ya'll niggas got problems, just watch and see, 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'm a promise you this, i'm a front page you, i'm a young'n, the first one there, and the last one to get to running, unless you tell me the cops coming, cause 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?, cause when i walk in, stop the talking, i don't give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman, i'm a 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