The Hood Lyrics by Dmx

The Hood

Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the streetdo yall here me?
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

Beanie seagal

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 aint takin a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its 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


Infra red

Now when you wake upi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 handsomei 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 seeni 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 dont even play that shiti just spit and have the whole hood sayin my shit
Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya

Nuchild

Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatchoke nigga choke, Im dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas 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 don? 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 twoniggas 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 yardi thump hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quicka 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 its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opiumyou ethiopian
Willie niggas, we scoping em, and roping emdo 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 that Im on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armim bomb, see Im dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero infrom 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 yall 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 youif 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 mouthi 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 dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkmanima put him in a coffin
Soon as I step ini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 jailthe rest? the studio, 16 bars to post bail