The Hood Is Mine Lyrics - Mc Eiht

(Techniec) 

I been dyin to ride 

Been dyin to shine 

Dyin to rob 

Been dyin to rep this side 

Dyin to serve 

Dyin for cheese 

To raise up out the hood 

I been dyin to lead 

Just keep all yellin my name 

I been dyin to trip 

Dyin for a grip 

Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all 

Nigga been, dyin to ball 

Throw it all 

Tech been, brakin his neck 

I step in, wavin the tek 

For that check, I'ma lane inject 

The game is mine 

You niggas just ain't knowin it yet 

Several attempts I been, tryin to try 

Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood 

Lik ethey dyin to dye 

Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high 

Dyin to win 

Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again 

That's why we ride, and that's a fact 

Can't spell the west without the E S 

Say your grace to that 

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Chorus: Mack 10, (MC Eiht) 

Tha hood is mine 

(Homey get back) 

Tha hood is mine 

(Chips I stack) 

Tha hood is mine 

(Homey get back) 

The hood is mine, the hood is mine 

(MC Eiht) 

Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese 

Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze 

You know the outcome, flips off the horn 

Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on 

Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill 

Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel 

I ain't knowin what a trick for doe 

If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4 

Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure 

Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float 

Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs 

Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug 

Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one 

Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run 

Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep 

Know if you test the west then your put to sleep 

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Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2X) 

Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up 

Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks 

(MC Eiht) 

Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf 

Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef 

Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese 

And the girls get down 

Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot 

Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop 

You know them niggas cause they down for the cards 

We steppin to the room with girls off walls 

(Techniec) 

Ya know this melitin mack 

Heat cocked still in your back 

Till we get to the back, walk casual 

I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do 

We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight 

Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date 

Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late 

Interfere with mine, make him a believer 

Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er 

Chorus w/ earlier variation