Memphis Bleek - Hood Muzik lyrics

(feat. M.O.P.) [Cheah] Know what this sh** sound like right n***as? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it n***a, don't be scared n***a My n***as is wit me, we focused man, yeah Get Low in the building, y'know, n***a Let's do it, c'mon, yo [Memphis Bleek] It's gettin hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, n***a You could pa** me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a n***a face into baby food; BLAAH! Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam Weapons of ma** destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a n***a ever get the feelin and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherf**ing game Entertain you motherf**ers is not why I came It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. I wipe floors wit little n***as for f**in wit my team [Fame] My n***a think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a b**h When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the f** you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and co*k in your palm Playa pa** the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!) First of all, y'all n***as gon' need more songs This M.O.P. n***a we put it down (put it down!!) Motherf**ers trying to figure me out Wanna see what a n***a be bout But if I told ya, I predicted the d**h of my oldest brother was last And the d**h of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f** Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour Naw n***a I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.! [Billy Danze] Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin The Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!) Runnin I come from the Browns where n***as don't play fair It's no love lost cuz it was never none there Put me in a position to blast I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for ba** So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces We hold fort, we don't give a f** about you Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the sh** out you Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, n***a In '87, I started my career I'll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this year I live my life, in crime time b**h And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!