MUCH LOVE IN THE HOOD

[Intro: Reddog]
Aw yeah, Reddog up in this bitch for the '94 and the '95
Kickin' it with my nigga, Shawty Pimp
And all them motherfucking niggas up there in the east, mane
Thinking a nigga wasn't gon' come bother for this solo tape
Mane, all y'all niggas can kiss my nuts
'Cause I'm gon' always stay on top, bitch

[Verse 1: Reddog]
Niggas on my nuts, hustle up, time to get tough
Strapped with the Uzi, semi-automatic, hollow-point tips
It's a trip when your niggas try to trade on you
Put a bullet in your head, now that's the fucking end of you
Can't trust a nigga bad as shit, be about your business bitch
Hitting up that fucking clip, be aware for the witnesses
Niggas like to snitch on your ass just to get some ends
Then they in your face like, ayo, can I suggest you blast they ass
Much love in the hood for my niggas that was down forever
Mane, I'm so fucking clever
Niggas try to spread blood on my sweater
Gotta watch your back in the motherfucking '94
'Cause if you do, somebody just might try to take it wrong
So you keep a gun in your pants, do what you must do
Niggas tap you on your shoulder, turn around and buck that fool
Let 'em know that you ain't playin', that's what I be sayin'
Gun in my hand, I'm the man as I get to sprayin'
Niggas on the corner usually gonna shoot you in your eye
[?] you can't see further, I hope your ass die
I know it was the bad of me to put you in this situation
[?] you're willing to get your [?] vacation
Much love in the hood like I said, didn't make it though
Keep on hustlin', keep on strugglin', soon you just might make it bro

[Chorus: Reddog]
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay

[Verse 2: Reddog]
I still got some problems, I'm gon' solve 'em when I get my Glock
Trizzicks talking shizzits, I'm gon' pop 'em as I stop his clock
Used to be my friend, now he's just another busta hoe
Pull my Glock, buck his monkey-ass to the fuckin' floor
Bitches talking shit, mane, they must don't know who they messin' with
But I'm gonna [?] I really don't give a shit, uh
Every G up on the track [?]
Orange Mound up in this bitch, get them hoes to suck your dick
[?] fucking door
Won't be coming through our hood thinking they got it sewed up
What they don't know is it won't hurt 'em
Buck them tricks as I'm buildin'
Just as I'm chilling, how I be swelling
Bitch you know I'm not a terrorist
Still got love for you though, I just say fuck a hoe
Peel your cap with my scrap, nigga how you gonna act
Now you're hurt, really hurt, six feet deep in the dirt
As my pistol starts to spray on your ass for the blast
Bullet lead in the face, bloody face, can't you tell?
Aw damn, what's up man? Pow, pow, thank you ma'am
Hoe was a goon without the bullet
Bitch, you better get 'fore I pull this trigger
Much love in the hood, nigga tricks
So how the fuck you feeling, bitch

[Chorus: Reddog]
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane
Much love in the hood, mane, creeping through the alleyway
Chilling, living day by day
Smokin' on a pile of hay