[EIHT]

Lil' Hawk & Bird in the house (geah)

Niggas On The Run in the house (right)

Da Foe in the house (that's right)

My nigga D.T. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby) 

The Eihthype thugs in the house

Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'?

And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'?

Geah

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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat

First lesson: don't be slippin' without your gat

Cause out here they be trippin' on all kinds of shit

From the colors to the way that you hit your switch

Don't be a soft-ass nigga

Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga

Now represent like you got no fuckin' sense at all

On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)

Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride

Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies that died

I lay back and close my eyes and wonder

How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take under (geah)

But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin' 

gon' get caught up with the muthafuckin Mac

But it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work

I got love 4 tha hood

Come on



Uh, geah, geah, c'mon

We got love for our hood

(Throw your hands in the air)

Do you got love 4 your hood? Geah c'mon

(Throw your shit in the air like you just don't care)



Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.

A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with them

Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole

I'm ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole

Geah, I hopes this gang shit don't ever cease

Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police

To the west, we got power, one time's scary

Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin

Caviar selling's how we handle our biz

Drive-by shooting's just the way that it is

Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash

Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash

Living that life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)

You best not wanna be startin' something

But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in work

I got love for the hood, come on



Geah (hey)

Who got love for their hood?

You got love for your love?

Cause we got love for our hood...



[DA FOE]

I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin B.G. local loc's

We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work

I walks around like Compton owes me something

Tote gats in the back of my Lac, fool, I be dumpin

16 years young and I'm the maker

Hittin' you - up like a pager you gets played like Sega

Only real G's come from the West

So ????? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest

Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad deep

Like T.L.C. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep

Let's make it clearly understood 

like niggas ?can damn? O.G.'s in the pen and we runnin' the hood

Shit, your better be raisin up

Cause Foe gon' pull inside my back 

Your block will get tore up with this Mac (10)

Open your eyes and see (yeah)

Cause we got love for the muthafuckin' hood, yeah



We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

I said Da Foe's in the house, nigga

I said Da Foe's in the house

We got love for our hood

Do you got love for your hood?

Da Foe's in the house

True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets 

Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom

Nigga, you want thug niggas we got 'em

You want hoe bitches we got 'em

Uh cluck-heads, uh

Punk one-time, geah

Skanless-ass niggas, geah

Mark-ass fools uh

And coward-ass bustas 

Niggas like Quik ha ha ahaha, geah