The Hood - Ruff Ryders, Drag-On, Beanie Sigel

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 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

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