Hood Muzik (feat. M.O.P.)

Yeah

Know what this shit sound like, right ****?

That old gun out music in the hood, right?

You hear it ****

Don't be scared ****

**** is wit me

We focused man (Yeah)

Get low in the buildin' (Y'know, ****)

Let's do it

Come on (Yo)

It's gettin' hot, so the shorts is on

Gotta tote the snub

It's too warm for the long, ****

You could pass me the baby's zoo

One shot'll turn a **** face into baby food, **** (Brat)

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 **** ever get the feelin' and he think that he could

Or would

Pull his gat on me

I could show you first hand what's a felony

And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothin'

I'm not Sosa

But the dogs is comin'

This is not-not, no-no

Motherfuckin' game

Entertain you motherfuckas is not why I came

(Yeah)

R-O-C, M.O.P

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

My **** think so God

That ounce and mo ice and the nicest emcees

But yo big

Tell God I said, "Nah"

'Cause he throw like a bitch

When he threw it he missed

The nicest emcees is right here

Why the fuck he throw it over there?

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

Gangsta boy boppin'

With his nuts and cock in your palm

Player, pass the baton, got a few jack tools

And bullet scars

Now you got your 2Pac costume (Thug Life)

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

This M.O.P. ****, we put it down (Put it down)

Muhfuckas tryna figure me out

Wanna see what a **** 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 I'm a half past the seventh hour

Naw ****, I'm a quarter to eight

M.O.P

Now let me clear this up for you, youngin'

Bill still comin'

The 'Ville still gunnin', runnin'

I come from the Browns where **** don't play fair

It's no love lost 'cause there 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 would you rather me 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 with who turn it is to shine

'Cause every step along the line

I'ma take mine, ****

In eighty-seven

I started my career

I'll jump back (Clap)

And get it goin' this year

I live my life

In crime time, bitch

And that's about the size of it