[Intro: Jewell]
OFTB...
Tell 'em check, tell 'em check, check them hood...
Flipside...
Bust Stop...
Low M.B....
[Verse 1: Flipside]
Life goes on, Watts is the land where I home
The homies been around now flip go on, it's on
I've been watching n***as go in all my bang life
And I don't let now the bustas take mad strikes, Cali got, palm trees
I slangin' to my big homies live well, to serve my enemies
They heard I now making ends
They in been and I never been
For years they're ballin with the red shoelaces
Shot'em up and go to court caught by cases
Now, I, see myself following in the same situation
Gotta keep moving is my daily operation
And it's so deep, they're on my feet, I gotta to sleep
Cause that's homies in my hood tryna k** me
So way is going down, is like in many movies
Picture this presentation, homie against homie
[Chorus: Jewell]
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting
Cause is too many peoples black dying
Tell 'em check, check them hood...
[Verse 2: Bust Stop]
The n***as and Gods never be in a safe place
My whole homies now point guns in each others faces
And now the projects turns into warzone
I guess only rule now, the it's on
That's why I had to flip script and roll with d**h Row (d**h Row...)
I got love for the hood, but they don't hear me though
I see my homies going to jail, I watch few die
I watch my back in the hood, but don't know quite why
I guess cause is 1996, and no mo' toe-to-toe
You put hands on me, and homie you gotta go
"The hood is so good", you let the others brothers tellin' (Well, well, well, well...)
But when come inside, I guess homies gonna got skanless
I wonder if is the one reasons for this brothers try test me
You gotta problem with up, and come with treats me
Now is wasn't take hard look around the projects...
I see no love, no loyalty or respect...
[Chorus: Jewell]
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting
Too many black dying
Tell 'em check, check them hood...
[Verse 3: Low M.B.]
Check my hood, a lot homies goin' under
The cold thang, is nobody gettin' younger
If I go get son, damn, is better I gettin' now
Is time to take a chance, I try way around
A close mouth, and never I gonna get you fear
Say what you wanna do, fool, let's don't be scared
Cause I'ma do what I gotta do to get mine
My enemies necessary I commit a crime
And that's the way, that's the way I gotta get it
??, punk, so you know I with it
Jealousy gotta this fool's, wanna do me?
I gotta love for my homie, but he don't love me
I pray to God, and hope not be the next victim
Cause I'm studio straight to projects (Well, well, well, well...)
I guess the true in my hood never play out
I'm stay true to this rap for my way out...
[Chorus: Jewell]
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Check yo hood, before goes under...
Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger
Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting
Too many black dying
Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood...
Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood...
[Ending: Jewell]
OFTB, uh
OFTB is tha house
d**h Row is tha house
d**h Row, yeah
The projects is tha house
Mobbin', steady mobbin'
We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's
We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's
We don't know another way to be, the OFTB
We don't know another way to be, the OFTB
d**h Row, OFTB
d**h Row, is place to be