Love 4 tha Hood

Lyrics

[Intro: MC EIHT] Lil' Hawk & Bird in the house (Geah) Niggas on the Run in the house (Eight) Da Foe in the house (That's right) My nigga D.T. in the house (Ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah, baby) The Eiht Hype 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 Check it out Err [Verse 1: MC EIHT] 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 (Zoot) Don't be a soft-ass nigga Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga Now represent (uh), 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' 'bout my muthafuckin' homies that died (Uh) I lay back (uh), and close my eyes and wonder How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take under, uh (Geah) But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin' (Uh) Gon' get caught up with the muthafuckin' MAC (I'mma...) But it's all good, doin' dirt, puttin' in work I got love 4 tha hood Come on [Chorus: MC EIHT] 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) [Verse 2: MC EIHT] Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with them (Uh, come on) 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 (Uh-huh) Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police To the West (side), we got power, One Time's scary Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin Caviar selling's how we handle our biz (Hmm) 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 (Hey) But geah, it's all good (uh), doin dirt, puttin' in work (Geah) I got love for the hood, come on [Chorus: MC EIHT] Geah (Hey) Who got love for their hood? You got love for your love? Cause we got love for our hood... [Throw your shit in the air, like you just don't care] [Verse 4: 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 (run) owes me something Tote gats in the back of my Lac, fool, I be dumpin' 16 years young and I'm the maker (Maker) Hittin' you - up like a pager, you gets played like SEGA (SEGA) Only real G's come from the West (Westside) [?] pull this like a doctor, I proceeds to stitch your chest Brrah (brrah), how you like 'em know, we mad deep We like T.L.C., I creep through your hood, and put you to sleep Let's make it clearly understood Like niggas (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 [Outro: MC EIHT] 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, cluckheads (Uh) Punk One Time (Geah) Skanless-ass niggas (Geah) Mark-ass fools (Uh) And coward-ass bustas (Geah) Niggas like Quik, hahahaha, geah