Testo Love 4 tha hood (feat. da foe) Mc Eiht

Love 4 tha hood (feat. da foe)

[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 house
Aint nuthin but clownin, yknow Im sayin?
And this goin out to all them thug niggas worldwide, yknow Im sayin?
Geah
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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat
First lesson: dont 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
Dont be a soft-ass nigga
Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga
Now represent 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 about my muthafuckin homies that died
I lay back and close my eyes and wonder
How many muthafuckin niggas the hood gon take under (geah)
But its a fact; that these niggas be slippin
Gon get caught up with the muthafuckin mac
But its all good, doing dirt, puttin in work
I got love 4 tha hood
Come on

Uh, geah, geah, cmon
We 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 them
Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole
Im ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole
Geah, I hopes this gang shit dont ever cease
Duckin and dodgin from the school police
To the west, we got power, one times scary
Hoodrats by the dozen, everybodys cousin
Caviar sellings how we handle our biz
Drive-by shootings 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 aint nuthin (uh getem)
You best not wanna be startin something
But geah, its all good, doin dirt, puttin in work
I got love for the hood, come on

Geah (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 fuckin b.g. local locs
We doin more dirt, puttin in work
I walks around like compton owes me something
Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, I be dumpin
16 years young and Im the maker
Hittin you - up like a pager you gets played like sega
Only real gs come from the west
So ? ? ? ? ? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest
Prrrraaa... how you like em know, we mad deep
Like t.l.c. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep
Lets make it clearly understood
Like 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

We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
I said da foes in the house, nigga
I said da foes in the house
We got love for our hood
Do you got love for your hood?
Da foes 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 cluck-heads, uh
Punk one-time, geah
Skanless-ass niggas, geah
Mark-ass fools uh
And coward-ass bustas
Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah