Tha Hood Is Mine

(Techniec)

I been dyin to ride

Been dyin to shine

Dyin to rob

Been dyin to rep this side

Dyin to serve

Dyin for cheese

To raise up out the hood

I been dyin to lead

Just keep all yellin my name

I been dyin to trip

Dyin for a grip

Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all

Nigga been, dyin to ball

Throw it all

Tech been, brakin his neck

I step in, wavin the tek

For that check, I'ma lane inject

The game is mine

You niggas just ain't knowin it yet

Several attempts I been, tryin to try

Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood

Lik ethey dyin to dye

Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high

Dyin to win

Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again

That's why we ride, and that's a fact

Can't spell the west without the E S

Say your grace to that

Chorus: Mack 10, (MC Eiht)

Tha hood is mine

(Homey get back)

Tha hood is mine

(Chips I stack)

Tha hood is mine

(Homey get back)

The hood is mine, the hood is mine

(MC Eiht)

Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese

Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze

You know the outcome, flips off the horn

Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on

Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill

Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel

I ain't knowin what a trick for doe

If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4

Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure

Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float

Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs

Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug

Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one

Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run

Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep

Know if you test the west then your put to sleep

Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2X)

Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up

Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks

(MC Eiht)

Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf

Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef

Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese

And the girls get down

Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot

Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop

You know them niggas cause they down for the cards

We steppin to the room with girls off walls

(Techniec)

Ya know this melitin mack

Heat cocked still in your back

Till we get to the back, walk casual

I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do

We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight

Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date

Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late

Interfere with mine, make him a believer

Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er

Chorus w/ earlier variation