Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hood , by - Ruff Ryders. Release date: 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 |