The Hood (With Drag-on, Infrared & Nuchild)

[NuChild]

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 thats 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

Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its 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' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child

[Mysonne]

Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm

Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm

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

Its desparoto 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 Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed

And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath

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

Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze

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

And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see

[Drag-On]

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 dont give a fuck if its 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 goto jail

The best studio, 16 bars to post bail