Mc Eiht - Love 4 Tha Hood Lyrics
[eiht]Lil hawk & bird in the house (geah)Niggas on the run in the house (right)Da foe in the house (thats right)My nigga d.t. in the house (aint nuthin but clownin, geah baby)The eihthype thugs in the houseAint nuthin but clownin, yknow Im sayin?And this goin out to all them thug niggas worldwide, yknow Im sayin?GeahCheck it outHere goes another gang tale from that street smart catFirst lesson: dont be slippin without your gatCause out here they be trippin on all kinds of shitFrom the colors to the way that you hit your switchDont be a soft-ass niggaJust belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your triggaNow represent like you got no *****in sense at allOn every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-rideReminiscin about my mutha*****in homies that diedI lay back and close my eyes and wonderHow many mutha*****in niggas the hood gon take under (geah)But its a fact; that these niggas be slippinGon get caught up with the mutha*****in macBut its all good, doing dirt, puttin in workI got love 4 tha hoodCome onUh, geah, geah, cmonWe got love for our hood(throw your hands in the air)Do you got love 4 your hood? geah cmon(throw your shit in the air like you just dont care)Cant wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.A 159 killers Im ready to kick it with themLet my rag hang slightly out the button holeIm ready to stack chips higher than a totem poleGeah, I hopes this gang shit dont ever ceaseDuckin and dodgin from the school policeTo the west, we got power, one times scaryHoodrats by the dozen, everybodys cousinCaviar sellings how we handle our bizDrive-by shootings just the way that it isCavi in the bushes, straps in a stashLiquor store run, somebody better make a dashLiving that life on the edge aint nuthin (uh getem)You best not wanna be startin somethingBut geah, its all good, doin dirt, puttin in workI got love for the hood, come onGeah (hey)Who got love for their hood?You got love for your love?Cause we got love for our hood...[da foe]I grabs my strap and represent tha *****in b.g. local locsWe doin more dirt, puttin in workI walks around like compton owes me somethingTote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin16 years young and Im the makerHittin you - up like a pager you gets played like segaOnly real gs come from the westSo ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chestPrrrraaa... how you like em know, we mad deepLike t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleepLets make it clearly understoodLike niggas ? can damn? o.g.s in the pen and we runnin the hoodShit, your better be raisin upCause foe gon pull inside my backYour block will get tore up with this mac (10)Open your eyes and see (yeah)Cause we got love for the mutha*****in hood, yeahWe got love for our hoodDo you got love for your hood?I said da foes in the house, niggaI said da foes in the houseWe got love for our hoodDo you got love for your hood?Da foes in the houseTrue blue thugs from the mutha*****in streetsCompton sewed up from the mutha*****in top to the bottomNigga, you want thug niggas we got emYou want hoe *****es we got emUh cluck-heads, uhPunk one-time, geahSkanless-ass niggas, geahMark-ass fools uhAnd coward-ass bustasNiggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah
