| I been dyin to ride
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| Been dyin to shine
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| Dyin to rob
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| Been dyin to rep this side
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| Dyin to serve
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| Dyin for cheese
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| To raise up out the hood
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| I been dyin to lead
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| Just keep all yellin my name
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| I been dyin to trip
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| Dyin for a grip
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| Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all
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| Nigga been, dyin to ball
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| Throw it all
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| Tech been, brakin his neck
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| I step in, wavin the tek
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| For that check, i’ma lane inject
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| The game is mine
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| You niggas just ain’t knowin it yet
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| Several attempts I been, tryin to try
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| Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood
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| Like they dyin to dye
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| Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high
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| Dyin to win
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| Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again
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| That’s why we ride, and that’s a fact
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| Can’t spell the west without the e s
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| Say your grace to that
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| Chorus: mack 10
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| The hood is mine
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| Homey get back
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| The hood is mine
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| Chips I stack
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| The hood is mine
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| Homey get back
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| The hood is mine, the hood is mine
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| (mc eiht)
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| Do ya know I don’t regulate your spot for cheese
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| Ya know these real old chiefs got Glocks to squeeze
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| You know the outcome, flips off the horn
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| Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on
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| Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill
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| Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel
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| I ain’t knowin what a trick for doe
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| If I knew, what I know now, would’ve caught the 4−4
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| Know your game plan slow, f**k the rest for sure
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| Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float
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| Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs
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| Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug
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| Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one
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| Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run
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| Know your talk is cheap, know I’m in too deep
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| Know if you test the west then your put to sleep
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| Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2x)
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| Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up
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| Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks
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| (mc eiht)
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| Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf
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| Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef
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| Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese
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| And the girls get down
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| Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot
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| Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop
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| You know them niggas cause they down for the cards
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| We steppin to the room with girls off walls
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| (techniec)
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| Ya know this melitin mack
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| Heat cocked still in your back
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| Till we get to the back, walk casual
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| I want west in to stay plus calateral that’ll do
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| We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight
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| Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date
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| Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late
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| Interfere with mine, make him a believer
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| Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a lbc’er
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| Chorus w/ earlier variation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tha Hood Is Mine , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп