Hood Drug Warz

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I started in small towns
Survin blow through the hood
Chop a bag, sell a bag, man it's all good
As long as I can clear a hundred by the end of the day
I know it's good tomorrow, I got a place to stay
And my project niggas, they break necks
They rep sets, but never heard of cashing in a cheque
It's all love, but the other night I got robbed
A nigga crashed my crib, and took ten and the dub
I can't believe the toucher got touched
It's cool to touch, but this time you fucked up
You should've said eenny meany miney mo
And picked another door to kick in, hoe
I'm the thug type, but with money I can't be playing
I can't believe it, it was my own hitman
He forgot who's the boss, but now Imma show him
Imma pick his kids up, leave his grandma's house smoking

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side

[Verse 2: BG]
If you know me, then you know I'm a G
You know I'm not a fool
You know I don't sleep, I just stay in the streets making more
B Gizzle got it, understood?
Don't need to explain, I'm a gangster in the game
34s in the Range, 40 karots in the chain
You run up, and get 17 in your brain
I ain't playing with you niggas, but if you want it, you can get it
And I ain't gon send it, I'm gon come myself
Imma empty the hundred round drum myself
If the law question me, I ain't gon bust myself
I'm a fool, week ago, pound for pound
When I was in middle school, I held the whole south down
I'm a man bout mine, my hustle don't stop
I got cheques in cash, then ran off the block
I'm the hottest of the hot, you should know by now
And I'm smashin in, nigga, don't give me no problems

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I done robbed a motherfucker for a whole key
They been lookin for a nigga for bout 2 weeks
Dodgin through the hood, that's me
Put a heater on my ass, when I go to sleep
I can run for a year, but I can't hide
See snitches in the hood want a homicide
I could probably call my killers, they be down to ride
But you can't trust a nigga from the other side
You say you act like a fool, robbing banks
Run up in your house, and take everything
It's a war nigga, hit the floor, time to destroy
We gon give them what they came for, down to the floor
Took a ride through the ghetto, saw him riding to the store
Put the K out the window, let the hollo tip sore
Pump it back, watch your blood pour
This the way this shit go, when you're in a drug war

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
See I'm going through it as much as you
Always mobbin with the crew, this pistol got power, and it's coming for you
Keep your eyes pealed, and your ears open when you on the cur
What they surve in these streets, weed, coke and purple syrup
The drugs is what this situation seems to be about
Tryna be low key, they might as well just shout it out
Blame it on the bar or something, what happen to your secret spot
Try retaliation, and you'll feel heat come from the Glock

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
What you niggas know about hood drug wars?
Little kids can't play in the street no more
Bullits rickashay everywhere they fly
Your best friend just died right by your side