Hood Muzik lyrics

Cheah
Know what this sh*t sound like right n*ggas?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it n*gga, don't be scared n*gga
My n*ggas is wit me, we focused man, yeah
Get Low in the building, y'know, n*gga
Let's do it, c'mon, yo

[Memphis Bleek]
It's gettin hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, n*gga
You could pass me to baby's zoo
One shot'll turn a n*gga 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*gga 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*cking game
Entertain you motherf*ckers is not why I came
It's R.O.C. and M.O.P
I wipe floors wit little n*ggas for f*ckin wit my team
[Fame]
My n*gga think, tell God throw down some mo ice for the nicest MC
But yo Big, tell God I said naah, cause he throw like a b*tch
When he threw it he missed, the nicest MCs is right here
Why the f*ck you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2Pac-a-don
Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and c*ck in your palm (Baby)
Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!)
First of all, y'all n*ggas gon' need more songs
This M.O.P. n*gga we put it down (Put it down!!)
Motherf*ckers trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a n*gga 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*ck
Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour
Naw n*gga I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.!

[Billy Danze]
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*ggas 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*ck about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the sh*t out you
Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine
Cuz every step along the line I'mma take mine, n*gga
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*tch
And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!