Hood Muzik Lyrics - M.a.d.e. - Memphis Bleek

Cheah 

Know what this shit sound like right niggas? 

That old gun out music in the hood right? 

You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga 

My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah 

Get low in the building, y'know, nigga 

Let's do it, c'mon, yo 

It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on 

Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga 

You could pass me to baby's zoo 

One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah 

Get it clear, now why they lookin' for Saddam 

Weapons of mass destruction is here 

I got a few in my hood 

In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could 

Or would, pull sket on me 

I could show you first hand what's a felony 

And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing 

I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming 

This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game 

Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came 

It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. 

I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team 

My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC 

But yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a bitch 

When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here 

Why the fuck you throw it over there 

The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don 

Gangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm 

Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars 

Now you got your 2-Pac costume on 

First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs 

This M.O.P. nigga we put it down 

Motherfuckers trying to figure me out 

Wanna see what a nigga be 'bout 

But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last 

And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck 

Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour 

Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P. 

Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin' 

The Ville still gunnnin' 

Runnin' I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair 

It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there 

Put me in a position to blast 

I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass 

So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you 

To small pieces and FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces 

We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you 

Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you 

Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the shine 

'Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga 

In '87, I started my career 

I'll jump back and get it goin' this year 

I live my life, in crime time bitch 

And that's about the size of it