Hood Drug Warz

Lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul] What you niggas know about hood drug wars? Little kids can't play in the street no more Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly Your best friend just died right by your side [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I started in small towns Survin blow through the hood Chop a bag, sell a bag, man it's all good As long as I can clear a hundred by the end of the day I know it's good tomorrow, I got a place to stay And my project niggas, they break necks They rep sets, but never heard of cashing in a cheque It's all love, but the other night I got robbed A nigga crashed my crib, and took ten and the dub I can't believe the toucher got touched It's cool to touch, but this time you fucked up You should've said eenny meany miney mo And picked another door to kick in, hoe I'm the thug type, but with money I can't be playing I can't believe it, it was my own hitman He forgot who's the boss, but now Imma show him Imma pick his kids up, leave his grandma's house smoking [Chorus: DJ Paul] What you niggas know about hood drug wars? Little kids can't play in the street no more Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly Your best friend just died right by your side [Verse 2: BG] If you know me, then you know I'm a G You know I'm not a fool You know I don't sleep, I just stay in the streets making more B Gizzle got it, understood? Don't need to explain, I'm a gangster in the game 34s in the Range, 40 karots in the chain You run up, and get 17 in your brain I ain't playing with you niggas, but if you want it, you can get it And I ain't gon send it, I'm gon come myself Imma empty the hundred round drum myself If the law question me, I ain't gon bust myself I'm a fool, week ago, pound for pound When I was in middle school, I held the whole south down I'm a man bout mine, my hustle don't stop I got cheques in cash, then ran off the block I'm the hottest of the hot, you should know by now And I'm smashin in, nigga, don't give me no problems [Chorus: DJ Paul] What you niggas know about hood drug wars? Little kids can't play in the street no more Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly Your best friend just died right by your side [Verse 3: Juicy J] I done robbed a motherfucker for a whole key They been lookin for a nigga for bout 2 weeks Dodgin through the hood, that's me Put a heater on my ass, when I go to sleep I can run for a year, but I can't hide See snitches in the hood want a homicide I could probably call my killers, they be down to ride But you can't trust a nigga from the other side You say you act like a fool, robbing banks Run up in your house, and take everything It's a war nigga, hit the floor, time to destroy We gon give them what they came for, down to the floor Took a ride through the ghetto, saw him riding to the store Put the K out the window, let the hollo tip sore Pump it back, watch your blood pour This the way this shit go, when you're in a drug war [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] See I'm going through it as much as you Always mobbin with the crew, this pistol got power, and it's coming for you Keep your eyes pealed, and your ears open when you on the cur What they surve in these streets, weed, coke and purple syrup The drugs is what this situation seems to be about Tryna be low key, they might as well just shout it out Blame it on the bar or something, what happen to your secret spot Try retaliation, and you'll feel heat come from the Glock [Chorus: DJ Paul] What you niggas know about hood drug wars? Little kids can't play in the street no more Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly Your best friend just died right by your side