Da Hood I Slid Thru

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot] Everybody mob gon' have it Nobody want dead Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Murder murder murder Kill kill kill [Verse 1: Bukshot] Louisville, my home it's the place where I'm found Where my dad raised me to look a man in the eye before I split lip I gots to let these motherfuckers see I ain't no punk But when it's over they'll be bowing down to me in '97 Bukshot Pull the licks, pull the paper The season of the pimps And dumping on player Haters around my hood Can you feel it Maintain to stay alivе Fifty soldiers on my block but only one will survive In my city, with gang violеnce, smothers like a wave It's deeper on the street and it's deeper in the grave With them folks, the Vice Lords, Cripps, and the Bloods Don't forget about the trigger happy Aces High thugs Every building I see covered up with tags Drive-bys venom that Faces covered up with rags if you're blue then you're cuz and greeted with a chill But for everybody else player kill kill kill [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot str-atatat-tat Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through [Verse 2: Bukshot] Time to talk about some shit that's weighing on my chest When it comes to crooked copping They always trynna test cause Every time they see me, they hit me with a nut-check Pull my ass over and treat me like a suspect Searching me for dope (cocaine) Asking all them questions Hoping that they find some concealed deadly weapons in my possession They wanna lock me up in a cell but before they take me alive I'll see all them pigs in hell Mr. Roller when you see me about to blast They motherfuck their babes When I shove it up, up yo ass cause I'm sick and tired of getting followed every night By yo punk squad-car with your bright spotlight Just because I seem cool, I did last year There's a song something agreed to bring a little fear to your crooked-ass hearts Motherfuck you Watch yo back, here I come in the hood that I slid through [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot str-atatat-tat Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through Murder murder murder Kill kill kill [Bridge: Bukshot] Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Murder murder murder Kill kill kill [Verse 3: Bukshot] Why is it every time I roam, my hood I gots to creep with a strap on my lap so I don't get put to sleep cause All I hear is murder on the streets of The Ville I'm not doomed to be the next Ace getting killed Set tripping over colors I'm granting death wishes Clean the wrong set and you'll be sleeping with the fishes at the bottom of the river So come and pay yo dues Cause it might be yo house on the five o' clock news, wow Drive-by who's to blame? Aces High, Big Shawn got my back to make sure all you bitches die Straight assassins (assassins) Down for blasting (for blasting) Twin Chikes (Twin Chikes) Hollow tips are everlasting Bitch get your boys, everybody's getting got Player hater body snatching, nickname, Bukshot I'm seeing ya at the crossroads Take a little ride through the hood that I slid through So everybody slides [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot str-atatat-tat Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot str-atatat-tat Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through Murder murder murder Kill kill kill Bukshot str-atatat-tat