Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hood, artist - Ruff Ryders.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
The Hood |
Shit this shit right here… is for the thugs in the street |
Do yall here me? |
Shit and this shit right here… will get you mugged in the street |
Beanie Segal hit hard and I’ll wire ya jaw |
Trademark niggas eyes give them perminant scars |
Twist backwards never catch me rollin' cigars |
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative 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 aint takin' a loss |
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song |
I was 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 antenna’s |
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks |
The size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick |
While you try to profit, i just flip quick |
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick |
Now when you wake up |
I’m wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun |
Holding your son, smoking Branson |
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some |
His shit’ll get the opposite of handsome |
I mean I got to come clean |
I’ve done bagged up and served every fiend MC in the feds magazine |
I’m what y’all haven’t seen |
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline |
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene |
I’m no joker — I could blow you in the 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 PlayStation for a CD player, see me player? |
I dont even play that shit |