The Hood Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Shit, this shit right here 

Is for the thugs in the street 

Do y'all hear me? 

And this shit right here 

Might get you mugged in the street 

Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw 

Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars 

Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars 

Only cock and blow dro out of preservative jars 

On the block serving like I never heard of the law 

Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar 

Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a loss 

Plus if I get snatched, it's less time for the song 

I always been known to stroll the block, hold the glock 

Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot 

I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer 

I'm the reason why smokers steal car antennas 

I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks 

The size of Chiclets that make you pricks sick 

While y'all try to profit, I just flip quick 

Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be sick 

Now when you wake up 

I'm wiping the cold out your eyes with the barrel of the gun 

Holding your son, smoking Branson 

Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some 

Or shit'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 gasoline 

Strike a match and burn the fucking 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' niggas straight back to their maker 

Broke, with a Play Station for a CD player, see me player? 

I don't even play that shit 

I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit 

Y'all got a Bible? Well, pray in that shit 

While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya 

This be the realest shit I ever wrote 

Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat 

Choke, nigga, choke, I'm dope 

Roll me up and smoke on contact 

Niggas react, and play me back 

For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track 

I spit back at any nigga claimin' he Teflon 

The best on, be the next nigga 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 that's two 

Niggas, I left lookin' like statues 

I have to bring it to these cowards that talk hard 

Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard 

I thump hard make a nigga yell for crew quick 

A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick 

Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 

It's all mine, faggots ride bench when it's crunch time 

So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium you Ethiopian 

Willie niggas, yeah, we scopin' 'em and ropin' 'em 

Do a nigga Rosewood style 

Hangin' [incomprehensible]and his child 

It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm 

Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm 

Kill or be killed, that's the shit that I'm on 

It's Desperado style, shooting at them side arm 

I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin 

And my guns got scopes, so they zero in 

Here on in, know I fear no men 

And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten 

Know that if you start a problem, there's no end 

You tough? Fight death and be a hero then 

Niggas call me Poppyseed, I'll pop your seed 

And move bricks on the block that's too hot to breath 

I'm a real type of nigga that cock and squeeze 

Y'all them second guess faggots that cock and freeze 

So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D 

And y'all niggas got problems, just watch and see 

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 shit, 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 assed 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 Jews 

Drag's done dragged out on a cash route? 

'Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking 

I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with a Walkman 

I'ma put him in a coffin 

Soon as I step in 

I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens 

I'm tryin' to get the Benz with the thick rims 

Double R, soon half of us'll go to jail 

The best studio, 16 Bars to Post Bail