Текст песни Memphis Bleek - Hood Muzik
Memphis Bleek - Hood Muzik слова песни
(feat. M.O.P.)[Cheah]Know what this shit sound like right niggas?That old gun out music in the hood right?You hear it nigga, don`t be scared niggaMy niggas is wit me, we focused man, yeahGet Low in the building, y`know, niggaLet`s do it, c`mon, yo[Memphis Bleek]It`s gettin hot so the shorts is onGotta tote the snub it`s too warm for the long, niggaYou could pass me to baby`s zooOne shot`ll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH!Get it clear, now why they lookin for SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is hereI got a few in my hoodIn case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he couldOr would, pull sket on meI could show you first hand what`s a felonyAnd a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothingI`m not Sosa, but the dogs is comingThis is not not, no, no, motherfucking gameEntertain you motherfuckers is not why I cameIt`s R.O.C. and M.O.P.I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin wit my team[Fame]My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MCBut yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a bitchWhen he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right hereWhy the fuck you throw it over thereThe whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and cock in your palmPlaya pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scarsNow you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!)First of all, y`all niggas gon` need more songsThis M.O.P. nigga we put it down (put it down!!)Motherfuckers trying to figure me outWanna see what a nigga be boutBut if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was lastAnd the death of my mother you`d probably think I`m crazy as fuckRumor has it that I` m half past the seventh hourNaw nigga I`m a quarter to eight, M.O.P.![Billy Danze]Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still cominThe Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!)Runnin I come from the Browns where niggas don`t play fairIt`s no love lost cuz it was never none therePut me in a position to blastI`ll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for bassSo once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small piecesAnd FedEx your fingers to one of your niecesWe hold fort, we don`t give a fuck about youAsk them bouncers we`ll stomp the shit out youBill`s, not concerned wit a turn and it`s the shineCuz every step along the line I`ma take mine, niggaIn `87, I started my careerI`ll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this yearI live my life, in crime time bitchAnd that`s about the size of it AAAOWW!!!