Mc Eiht - Fuc Your Hood Lyrics
GeahMc eiht and chill up in this *****The eihthype thugs up in this *****, geahCompton in this *****And we running this shit like last year my friend, geahThe killers, check it outI gives a ***** where you fromCould give a mad ***** about your hood signKeep hittin me up and youll get tore up from the floor up (ping)You fake niggas need to peepYou gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo lip splitI reach under my seat for the heatI bust a u-turn and see your ass dash cross the *****in streetI see you a busta so I start to clown (right)Cause if you was a g you would have stood yo ground uhBut geah its kinda difficult to standYour ground when them killers got a strap in his handPoint it at yo dome cause you got that wrong color onYou better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up assBut ima still hit your block with it *****edI give a ***** about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)So dont look dumbAnd dont act dumb when we come nigga, ***** where you from uh (geah)Aint nuthin but the killers on this side (thats right)Aint nuthin but the killers on that side (thats right)Aint nuthin but the killers in the front, killers in the backStrapped with macsOn a mission down compton boulevard (geah)Some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)They some bustas (thats right)And geah not to mentionMy hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (west side)Hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)Peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smokeBut what do you know its another gang storySome fools done slipped and entered the wrong territoryI told fools about hitting me up with they signsI guess I gotta hit they ass up with the *****in 9Pump 2 slugs in the side of their doorAnd they probably tryin to figure what Im dumpin for (geah)You dont remember me? well I remember you!When and your crew tried to roll through the *****in loopNow take 2 to your domeAnd dont look dumb when we come nigga ***** where you from uhChorus...Desert eagle in the stash and we swervinMe, bam, chill, little hawkin bird, da foe in the suburban (west side)Six deep to the partyPutting out hits on niggas like mr. gotti (geah)Leave the straps in the truck cause theyll goin pat downWe steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)Aint nuthin but 159 to the 4Punk mother*****ers what is you starin for? (geah)I guess its time to start thumpinOpen up to the truckCome back with the mac and baby start dumpinYou gone catch some slugs and watch thisScenes look like someNiggas in the mistBut I guess we got to of yallFor all yall, the funeral callI dont give a damn where you from nigga, geah
