Artist: Ruff Ryders  
Album: Ruff Ryders: Ryde Or Die Vol. 1  
Title: The Hood  
 

<BR><b>[Featuring Beanie Seagal, InfraRed, NuChild, Drag-On] 


Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street 
Do yall here me? 
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street 

[Beanie Seagal] 
Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw 
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars 
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars 
Only cock and blow, dro out of perservative jars 
On the block serving like I never heard of the law 
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar 
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss 
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song 
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock 
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot 
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer 
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's 
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks 
the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick 
While you try to profit, i just flip quick 
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick 

[InfraRed?/NuChild?] 
Now when you wake up 
I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun 
Holding your son, smoking Branson 
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some 
His shit'll get the opposite of handsome 
I mean I got to come clean 
I've done bagged up and served every fiend MC in the feds magazine 
I'm what y'all haven't seen 
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline 
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene 
I'm no joker - I could blow you in the smoke 
and make your man a second hand smoker. 
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker 
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player? 
I dont even play that shit 
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit 
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit 
While I smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya 

[InfraRed?/NuChild?] 
Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote 
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat 
Choke nigga choke, I'm dope 
Roll me up and smoke, on contact 
Niggas react, and play me back 
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track 
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon 
The best don? Be the next nigga get stepped on 
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?" 
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel" 
After waxin' him, I wax you 
Smack you, clap you, and thats two 
Niggas I left lookin' like statues 
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard 
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard 
I thump hard 
Make a nigga yell for crew quick 
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick 
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 
Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time 
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium 
You ethiopian 
Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'em 
Do a nigga Rosewood style 
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child 

[Mysonne] 
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm 
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm 
Kill or be killed, thats the that I'm on 
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm 
I'm bomb, see I'm dope like heroin 
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in 
From here on in, know I fear no men 
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten 
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end 
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then 
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed 
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath 
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze 
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze 
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D 
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see 

[Drag-On] 
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you 
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel 
All my bullets hit, never graze you 
If you never was shit, I'ma promise you this 
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n 
The first one there, and the last one to get to running 
Unless you tell me the cops coming 
Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out 
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth 
I wake up with the mad south 
You know how many chinks and jews 
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route? 
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking 
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman 
I'ma put him in a coffin 
Soon as I step in 
I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens 
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims 
Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail 
The rest? The studio, 16 bars to post bail