Love 4 Tha Hood Lyrics - Mc Eiht

[eiht] 

Lil' hawk & bird in the house (geah) 

Niggas on the run in the house (right) 

Da foe in the house (that's right) 

My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby) 

The eihthype thugs in the house 

Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'? 

And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'? 

Geah 

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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat 

First lesson: don't be slippin' without your gat 

Cause out here they be trippin' on all kinds of shit 

From the colors to the way that you hit your switch 

Don't be a soft-ass nigga 

Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga 

Now represent like you got no fuckin' sense at all 

On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey) 

Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride 

Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies that died 

I lay back and close my eyes and wonder 

How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take under (geah) 

But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin' 

Gon' get caught up with the muthafuckin mac 

But it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work 

I got love 4 tha hood 

Come on 

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Uh, geah, geah, c'mon 

We got love for our hood 

(throw your hands in the air) 

Do you got love 4 your hood? geah c'mon 

(throw your shit in the air like you just don't care) 

Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m. 

A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with them 

Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole 

I'm ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole 

Geah, I hopes this gang shit don't ever cease 

Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police 

To the west, we got power, one time's scary 

Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin 

Caviar selling's how we handle our biz 

Drive-by shooting's just the way that it is 

Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash 

Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash 

Living that life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em) 

You best not wanna be startin' something 

But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in work 

I got love for the hood, come on 

Geah (hey) 

Who got love for their hood? 

You got love for your love? 

Cause we got love for our hood... 

[da foe] 

I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. local loc's 

We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work 

I walks around like compton owes me something 

Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin 

16 years young and I'm the maker 

Hittin' you - up like a pager you gets played like sega 

Only real g's come from the west 

So????? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest 

Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad deep 

Like t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep 

Let's make it clearly understood 

Like niggas? can damn? o.g.'s in the pen and we runnin' the hood 

Shit, your better be raisin up 

Cause foe gon' pull inside my back 

Your block will get tore up with this mac (10) 

Open your eyes and see (yeah) 

Cause we got love for the muthafuckin' hood, yeah 

We got love for our hood 

Do you got love for your hood? 

I said da foe's in the house, nigga 

I said da foe's in the house 

We got love for our hood 

Do you got love for your hood? 

Da foe's in the house 

True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets 

Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom 

Nigga, you want thug niggas we got 'em 

You want hoe bitches we got 'em 

Uh cluck-heads, uh 

Punk one-time, geah 

Skanless-ass niggas, geah 

Mark-ass fools uh 

And coward-ass bustas 

Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah