Текст песни: Dmx - 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 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, 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, 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, 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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