[EIHT]
Lil` Hawk & Bird in the house (geah)
Niggas On The Run in the house (right)
Da Foe in the house (that`s right)
My nigga D.T. in the house (ain`t nuthin` but clownin`, geah baby)
The Eihthype thugs in the house
Ain`t nuthin but clownin, y`know I`m sayin`?
And this goin` out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y`know I`m sayin`?
Geah
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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat
First lesson: don`t be slippin` without your gat
Cause out here they be trippin` on all kinds of shit
From the colors to the way that you hit your switch
Don`t be a soft-ass nigga
Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga
Now represent like you got no fuckin` sense at all
On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)
Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride
Reminiscin` about my muthafuckin homies that died
I lay back and close my eyes and wonder
How many muthafuckin` niggas the hood gon` take under (geah)
But it`s a fact; that these niggas be slippin`
gon` get caught up with the muthafuckin Mac
But it`s all good, doing dirt, puttin` in work
I got love 4 tha hood
Come on
Uh, geah, geah, c`mon
We got love for our hood
(Throw your hands in the air)
Do you got love 4 your hood? Geah c`mon
(Throw your shit in the air like you just don`t care)
Can`t wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
A 159 killers I`m ready to kick it with them
Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole
I`m ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this gang shit don`t ever cease
Duckin` and dodgin` from the school police
To the west, we got power, one time`s scary
Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody`s cousin
Caviar selling`s how we handle our biz
Drive-by shooting`s just the way that it is
Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash
Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash
Living that life on the edge ain`t nuthin (uh get`em)
You best not wanna be startin` something
But geah, it`s all good, doin dirt, puttin` in work
I got love for the hood, come on
Geah (hey)
Who got love for their hood?
You got love for your love?
Cause we got love for our hood...
[DA FOE]
I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin B.G. local loc`s
We doin` more dirt, puttin` in work
I walks around like Compton owes me something
Tote gats in the back of my Lac, fool, I be dumpin
16 years young and I`m the maker
Hittin` you - up like a pager you gets played like Sega
Only real G`s come from the West
So ????? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest
Prrrraaa... how you like `em know, we mad deep
Like T.L.C. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep
Let`s make it clearly understood
like niggas ?can damn? O.G.`s in the pen and we runnin` the hood
Shit, your better be raisin up
Cause Foe gon` pull inside my back
Your block will get tore up with this Mac (10)
Open your eyes and see (yeah)
Cause we got love for the muthafuckin` hood, yeah
We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
I said Da Foe`s in the house, nigga
I said Da Foe`s in the house
We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
Da Foe`s in the house
True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets
Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom
Nigga, you want thug niggas we got `em
You want hoe bitches we got `em
Uh cluck-heads, uh
Punk one-time, geah
Skanless-ass niggas, geah
Mark-ass fools uh
And coward-ass bustas
Niggas like Quik ha ha ahaha, geah
