Beanie Sigel: The hood

[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