[Hook] Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked The hood know what it is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Represent Double R The hood know what it is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Boost the crime rate The hood know what it is I`m in the hood `cause I fuck with the thugs Tryin` to figure out why the money never added up to the love
[Verse 1] I be around but I just be outta sight And I`ma be spittin till the world run outta mics In the hood till the projects run outta mice Bettin` heavy `till the bodegas run outta dice And I`m workin with more hammers than you can imagine And when I get in the booth I do it with passion niggaz It`s the same old kiss mango six Seats suede listening to something Sheek just laid And sometimes I feel I oughta chill And I ain`t scared but I guess it`s only right when you rein` with a quarter mill Your ends go up your mens go down It`s like tryin to roll a dutch with the windows down And I`m comin from the gulliest blocks Winter time drug game slow my niggaz pump skullies and socks But I ain`t gonna challenge you to talk I`ma see you when I see you with the bats, hi calibers and hawks- what
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[Verse 2] Ayo you hatin` on Infa.Red get on line I got more fans than the project building in the summer time Shit on your idol smack your protйgй Kick your moms in the back crack her vertebrae And fagots only respect pressure If you ballin` why you staring at old Moet bottles on your dresser And I`m not the one to brag But I put more red dots on you than a target bag I sew your body up in a mattress Put you in the basement use you for target practice I feel like Q when her pushed Bishop off the roof These niggaz in the hood keep sayin I got the juice I`m a hustler first a rapper second Don`t tell Hove or L.A. Reid that`s off the record I just tripled my advance you Hummer stuntin like you got birds you only getting points off grams-cock sucka
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[Verse 3] I don`t wanna hear about your set or wherever you claim Don`t tell me `bout oh boy, whatever his name Don`t you know in anybody hood barettas`ll reign New York don`t think O-dog is jealous of Kane I`m never mad at a nigga about the letter he bang I tell niggaz to get they money up and better they aim Controversial sales`ll let me make a controversial statement I will murder everybody in this game stop hatin` If it`s true that the rap game ain`t far from coke I could tell you how many bubbles in a bar of soap I`m Double R biatch that`s V.I.P Ghetto parks on me, street niggaz might need to see ID K in the truck on the low-low Even got the house on hydrolics it`s jumpin with doe doe Keep a lil something somethin` kissin that waist Cali go hard never mention that place
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[Verse 4] It`s Flashy y`all yeah I spit the cockiest bars So if there`s beef nigga then see me I`m not a mirage I rock with a R so if anything pops I`m involved The six sawyers poppin` `em all and the problem is solved See Ruff Ryders`s like a religion I follow the laws Stick to code violating bodies`ll fall Its not an option to starve That`s why I stay in the booth like prison guards when they watchin` the yard And yeah I heard they callin Flashy insane `cause I ain`t change Got a new deal and I still catch a cab or a train I`m still the same nigga packaging caine Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name So if its drama niggaz know where I live But I guarantee you`ll pay some repercussions for approaching the crib `cause if the raps ain`t soak in your wig then ice pokin` your ribs `cause when its beef the hood know what it is- Nigga
