Fuc Your Hood Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Mc eiht and chill up in this bitch 

The eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah 

Compton in this bitch 

And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah 

The killers, check it out 

I gives a fuck where you from 

Could give a mad fuck about your hood sign 

Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping) 

You fake niggas need to peep 

You gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split 

I reach under my seat for the heat 

I bust a u-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street 

I see you a busta so I start to clown (right) 

Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo' ground uh 

But geah it's kinda difficult to stand 

Your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand 

Point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on 

You better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass 

But i'ma still hit your block with it cocked 

I give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah) 

So don't look dumb 

And don't act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah) 

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Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right) 

Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right) 

Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back 

Strapped with macs 

On a mission down compton boulevard (geah) 

Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas) 

They some bustas (that's right) 

And geah not to mention 

My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (west side) 

Hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh) 

Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke 

But what do you know it's another gang story 

Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory 

I told fools about hitting me up with they signs 

I guess I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9 

Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door 

And they probably tryin' to figure what I'm dumpin for (geah) 

You don't remember me? well I remember you! 

When and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop 

Now take 2 to your dome 

And don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck where you from uh 

Photos 

Chorus... 

Desert eagle in the stash and we swervin' 

Me, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side) 

Six deep to the party 

Putting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah) 

Leave the straps in the truck cause they'll goin pat down 

We steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up) 

Ain't nuthin but 159 to the 4 

Punk motherfuckers what is you starin' for? (geah) 

I guess it's time to start thumpin' 

Open up to the truck 

Come back with the mac and baby start dumpin' 

You gone catch some slugs and watch this 

Scenes look like some 

Niggas in the mist 

But I guess we got to of y'all 

For all y'all, the funeral call 

I don't give a damn where you from nigga, geah