Paroles de The Hood
Ruff Ryders
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 Ill 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
Im the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
Im the reason why smokers steal car antennas
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
Im 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 shitll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
Ive done bagged up and served everything youve seen in the feds magazine
Im what yall havent seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
Im no joker - I could blow you into smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker.
Im so vulgar - Im 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, Im dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, Ill 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 Im on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
Im gone, see Im 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, theres no end
You tough? fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me poppiseed, Ill pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
Im a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Yall 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]
Im the kid with the unlaced boots, butll 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, ima promise you this
Ima front page you, ima youngn
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
Im quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews
Drags 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
Ima put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in
Im runnin up on the nigga with the thick lens
Im tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double r, soon half of usll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post bail
InterprèteRuff Ryders
LabelUMI
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