Da Hood I Slid Thru

[Intro: Bukshot]
Everybody mob gon' have it
Nobody want dead
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Louisville, my home it's the place where I'm found
Where my dad raised me to look a man in the eye before I split lip
I gots to let these motherfuckers see I ain't no punk
But when it's over they'll be bowing down to me in '97
Bukshot
Pull the licks, pull the paper
The season of the pimps
And dumping on player
Haters around my hood
Can you feel it
Maintain to stay alivе
Fifty soldiers on my block but only one will survive
In my city, with gang violеnce, smothers like a wave
It's deeper on the street and it's deeper in the grave
With them folks, the Vice Lords, Cripps, and the Bloods
Don't forget about the trigger happy Aces High thugs
Every building I see covered up with tags
Drive-bys venom that
Faces covered up with rags if you're blue then you're cuz and greeted with a chill
But for everybody else player kill kill kill

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot str-atatat-tat
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Time to talk about some shit that's weighing on my chest
When it comes to crooked copping
They always trynna test cause
Every time they see me, they hit me with a nut-check
Pull my ass over and treat me like a suspect
Searching me for dope (cocaine)
Asking all them questions
Hoping that they find some concealed deadly weapons in my possession
They wanna lock me up in a cell but before they take me alive I'll see all them pigs in hell
Mr. Roller when you see me about to blast
They motherfuck their babes
When I shove it up, up yo ass cause I'm sick and tired of getting followed every night
By yo punk squad-car with your bright spotlight
Just because I seem cool, I did last year
There's a song something agreed to bring a little fear to your crooked-ass hearts
Motherfuck you
Watch yo back, here I come in the hood that I slid through

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot str-atatat-tat
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill

[Bridge: Bukshot]
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Why is it every time I roam, my hood I gots to creep with a strap on my lap so I don't get put to sleep cause
All I hear is murder on the streets of The Ville
I'm not doomed to be the next Ace getting killed
Set tripping over colors
I'm granting death wishes
Clean the wrong set and you'll be sleeping with the fishes at the bottom of the river
So come and pay yo dues
Cause it might be yo house on the five o' clock news, wow
Drive-by who's to blame?
Aces High, Big Shawn got my back to make sure all you bitches die
Straight assassins (assassins)
Down for blasting (for blasting)
Twin Chikes (Twin Chikes)
Hollow tips are everlasting
Bitch get your boys, everybody's getting got
Player hater body snatching, nickname, Bukshot
I'm seeing ya at the crossroads
Take a little ride through the hood that I slid through
So everybody slides

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot str-atatat-tat
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot str-atatat-tat
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot's in the hood that I slid through
Murder murder murder
Kill kill kill
Bukshot str-atatat-tat