Check Yo Hood

Lyrics

[Intro: Jewell] OFTB... Tell 'em check, tell 'em check, check them hood... Flipside... Bust Stop... Low M.B.... Yeaa! [Verse 1: Flipside] Life goes on, Watts is the land I roam The homies that been around know that flip can hold his on I've been watching niggas go in all my bang life And I ain't letting now the bustas take now stripes, Cali got, palm trees I'm slangin' to my bigger homies taught me well, to serve my enemies They heard I now making a end They in the pen and I never been For years they been bailing with those red shoelaces Shackle'd up, going to court, fighting cases Now, I, see myself following in the same situation Gotta keep moving is my daily operation In so deep, that on my feet I gotta sleep Cause theres homies in my hood tryna kill me The way its going down, is like a many movie Picture this presentation, homies against homie [Chorus: Jewell] Check yo hood, before it goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Check yo hood, before it goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Don't touch your own, we betta stop fighting Cause is too many peoples black dying Tell 'em check, check them hood... [Verse 2: Bust Stop] The niggas and Gods never be in a safe place My whole homies now point guns in each others faces And now the projects turns into warzone I guess only rule now, the it's on That's why I had to flip script and roll with Death Row (Death Row...) I got love for the hood, but they don't hear me though I see my homies going to jail, I watch few die I watch my back in the hood, but don't know quite why I guess cause is 1996, and no mo' toe-to-toe You put hands on me, and homie you gotta go "The hood is so good", you let the others brothers tellin' (Well, well, well, well...) But when come inside, I guess homies gonna got skanless I wonder if is the one reasons for this brothers try test me You gotta problem with up, and come with treats me Now is wasn't take hard look around the projects... I see no love, no loyalty or respect... [Chorus: Jewell] Check yo hood, before goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Check yo hood, before goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting Too many black dying Tell 'em check, check them hood... [Verse 3: Low M.B.] Check my hood, a lot homies goin' under The cold thang, is nobody gettin' younger If I go get son, damn, is better I gettin' now Is time to take a chance, I try way around A close mouth, and never I gonna get you fear Say what you wanna do, fool, let's don't be scared Cause I'ma do what I gotta do to get mine My enemies necessary I commit a crime And that's the way, that's the way I gotta get it ??, punk, so you know I with it Jealousy gotta this fool's, wanna do me? I gotta love for my homie, but he don't love me I pray to God, and hope not be the next victim Cause I'm studio straight to projects (Well, well, well, well...) I guess the true in my hood never play out I'm stay true to this rap for my way out... [Chorus: Jewell] Check yo hood, before goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Check yo hood, before goes under... Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting Too many black dying Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood... Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood... [Ending: Jewell] OFTB, uh OFTB is tha house Death Row is tha house Death Row, yeah The projects is tha house Mobbin', steady mobbin' We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's We don't know another way to be, the OFTB We don't know another way to be, the OFTB Death Row, OFTB Death Row, is place to be