Fuc Your Hood

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah MC Eiht and Chill up in this, bitch (Uh) The Eiht Hype thugs up in this bitch, geah (Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side) Compton in this bitch And we running this shit like last year, my friend, geah The Killers, check it out [Verse 1] I gives a fuck where you from Could give a mad fuck about your hood sign Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (Ping) You fake niggas need to peep You gone get hit talkin' that shit, gone get yo' lip split I reach under my seat for the heat I bust a U-turn and see your ass dash (geah) 'cross the fuckin street (Uh) I see you a busta so I start to clown (right) 'Cause if you was a G you would have stood yo' ground, uh But, geah, it's kinda difficult to stand Your ground (ground) when them killers got a strap in his hand (Strap) Point it at yo' dome 'cause you got that wrong color on (Oh) You better be hittin' that gate real fast or be a shot up ass But I'mma still hit your block with it cocked I give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin' So don't look dumb And don't act dumb when we come, nigga Fuck where you from, uh (Geah) [Chorus] Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (That's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (That's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, the killers in the back Strapped with MAC's [Verse 2] On a mission down Compton Boulevard (Boulevard) Some niggas rollin' up slow looking too hard (Too hard) They some bustas (That's right) And geah not to mention My hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (Westside) Hand on my 9 'cause I go for broke (Geah, uh) Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke But what do you know? It's another gang story Some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory (Uh) I told fools about hitting me up with they signs I guess I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin' 9 Pump 2 slugs in the side of their door (Uh) And they probably tryna figure what I'm dumpin' for, uh You don't remember me? Well, I remember you! (You) When and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin' loop Now take 2 to your dome (Dome) And don't look dumb when we come, nigga, fuck where you from, uh [Chorus] [Verse 3] Desert Eagle in the stash and we swervin' Me, Bam, Chill (geah), Lil' Hawk & Bird, Da Foe in the Suburban (Westside) Six deep to the party Putting out hits on niggas like Mr. Gotti (Geah) Leave the straps in the truck 'cause they'll gon' pat down (Pat down) We steps in with evil looks, you better scat, clown (Geah, what up?) Ain't nuthin' but 1-5-9 to the 4 Punk motherfuckers, what is you starin' for? (Geah) I guess it's time to start thumpin' Open up to the truck Come back with the MAC and Baby start dumpin' You gone catch some slugs and watch this Scenes look like some Niggas in the mist But I guess we got to of y'all For all y'all The funeral call I don't give a damn where you from, nigga Geah Geah [Outro] Hahahahahahaha That's right And that's how it's goin' down for the 9 to the 6, for them bitch ass niggas (I said ain't nuthin') The Eiht Hype thugs in the mothafuckin' house Takin' over this shit Once again like I said my friend, it ain't over till the fat bitch spit And she ain't spittin' shit, (It ain't nuthin') 'Cause we ain't spittin', but that Desert Eagle That TEC-9 spittin' in the mothafuckin' house True Blue thugs from the mothafuckin' streets And we gon' take nine shells to send your punk ass to Hell Geah Err Uh Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front Strapped with MAC's Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side Killers in the back Uh