[EIHT]
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Lil' Hawk & Bird in the house (geah)
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Niggas On The Run in the house (right)
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Da Foe in the house (that's right)
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My nigga D.T. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby)
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The Eihthype thugs in the house
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Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know I'm sayin'?
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And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know I'm sayin'?
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Geah
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Check it out
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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat
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First lesson: don't be slippin' without your gat
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Cause out here they be trippin' on all kinds of shit
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From the colors to the way that you hit your switch
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Don't be a soft-ass nigga
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Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga
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Now represent like you got no fuckin' sense at all
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On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey)
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Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride
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Reminiscin' about my muthafuckin homies that died
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I lay back and close my eyes and wonder
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How many muthafuckin' niggas the hood gon' take under (geah)
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But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin'
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gon' get caught up with the muthafuckin Mac
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But it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work
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I got love 4 tha hood
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Come on
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Uh, geah, geah, c'mon
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We got love for our hood
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(Throw your hands in the air)
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Do you got love 4 your hood? Geah c'mon
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(Throw your shit in the air like you just don't care)
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Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m.
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A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with them
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Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole
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I'm ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole
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Geah, I hopes this gang shit don't ever cease
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Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police
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To the west, we got power, one time's scary
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Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin
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Caviar selling's how we handle our biz
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Drive-by shooting's just the way that it is
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Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash
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Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash
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Living that life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em)
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You best not wanna be startin' something
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But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in work
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I got love for the hood, come on
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Geah (hey)
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Who got love for their hood?
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You got love for your love?
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Cause we got love for our hood...
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[DA FOE]
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I grabs my strap and represent tha fuckin B.G. local loc's
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We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work
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I walks around like Compton owes me something
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Tote gats in the back of my Lac, fool, I be dumpin
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16 years young and I'm the maker
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Hittin' you - up like a pager you gets played like Sega
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Only real G's come from the West
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So ????? like a doctor I proceeds to stitch your chest
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Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad deep
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Like T.L.C. I creep through your hood and put you to sleep
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Let's make it clearly understood
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like niggas ?can damn? O.G.'s in the pen and we runnin' the hood
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Shit, your better be raisin up
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Cause Foe gon' pull inside my back
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Your block will get tore up with this Mac (10)
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Open your eyes and see (yeah)
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Cause we got love for the muthafuckin' hood, yeah
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We got love for our hood
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Do you got love for your hood?
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I said Da Foe's in the house, nigga
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I said Da Foe's in the house
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We got love for our hood
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Do you got love for your hood?
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Da Foe's in the house
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True blue thugs from the muthafuckin streets
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Compton sewed up from the muthafuckin top to the bottom
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Nigga, you want thug niggas we got 'em
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You want hoe bitches we got 'em
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Uh cluck-heads, uh
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Punk one-time, geah
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Skanless-ass niggas, geah
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Mark-ass fools uh
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And coward-ass bustas
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Niggas like Quik ha ha ahaha, geah
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Love 4 Tha Hood
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MC Eiht |