Unique Studios in New York City, New York - The Hood lyrics

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Unique Studios in New York City, New York - The Hood lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] sh**, this sh** right here...is for the thugs in the street Do yall here me? sh**, and this sh** right here...will get you mugged in the street [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw Trademark n***as eyes, give them permanent scars Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars Only co*k and blow 'dro out of perservative jars On the block serving like I never heard of the law Cops hit the spot f** it, mad bro to bar f** 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 sh** 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 n***as know my flow be sick, my doe be quick [Verse 2: Infa.Red] 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 sh**'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 ga**oline Strike a match and burn the f**ing 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' n***as straight back to their maker Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player? I dont even play that sh** I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my sh** Yall got a bible? Well pray in that sh** While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to get ya [Verse 3: NuChild] This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat Choke n***a choke, I'm dope Roll me up and smoke, on contact n***as react, and play me back For doe, I'll murder ever n***a not on this track I spit back, at any n***a claimin' he teflon The best on, be the next n***a 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 n***as I left lookin' like statues I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard Some jail sh**? Never even walked through a junk yard I thump hard Make a n***a yell for crew quick A true b**h, eat a n***a up like a chew-stick Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 Its all mine, f*gots ride bench when its crunch time So bump mine, make a n***a lean off the opium You Ethiopian Willie n***as, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em Do a n***a Rosewood style Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child [Verse 4: Mysonne] Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm Poppin' n***as in their sleep so they die calm k** or be k**ed, thats the sh** that I'm on Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm I'm gone, see I'm dope like h**n And my guns got scopes, so they zero in Here on in, know I fear no men And mutherf** shootin' five, here go ten Know that if you start a problem, there's no end You tough? Fight d**h and be a hero then n***as 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 n***a, that co*k and squeeze Y'all them second guess f*gots, that co*k and freeze So I f** with real n***as, like The Lox and D And yall n***as got problems, just watch and see [Verse 5: 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 sh**, 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 a**ed 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 j**s Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route? Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking I dont give a f** if its a n***a with a walkman I'ma put him in a coffin Soon as I step in I'm runnin' up on the n***a 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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