Hood Muzik(Album Version|Edited) - Memphis Bleek

Know what this s**t 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
It's gettin hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long n***a
You could pass 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 mass 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**king game
Entertain you motherf**kers is not why I came
It's R O C and M O P
I wipe floors wit little n***as for f**kin wit my team
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**k you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2 Pac a don
Gangsta boy boppin with his nuts and cock in your palm
Playa pass 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**kers trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a n***a be bout
But if I told ya I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f**k
Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour
Naw n***a I'm a quarter to eight M O P
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 bass
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**k about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s**t 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