Beanie Sigel

The Hood (With Drag-on, Infrared & Nuchild)

Beanie Sigel


[NuChild] 
This be the realest shit I ever wrote 
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat 
Choke nigga choke, I'm dope 
Roll me up and smoke, on contact 
Niggas react, and play me back 
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track 
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon 
The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on 
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?" 
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel" 
After waxin' him, I wax you 
Smack you, clap you, and thats two 
Niggas I left lookin' like statues 
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard 
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard 
I thump hard 
Make a nigga yell for crew quick 
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick 
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 
Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time 
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium 
You Ethiopian 
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em 
Do a nigga Rosewood style 
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child 

[Mysonne] 
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm 
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm 
Kill or be killed, thats the shit that I'm on 
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm 
I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin 
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in 
Here on in, know I fear no men 
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten 
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end 
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then 
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed 
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath 
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze 
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze 
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D 
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see 

[Drag-On] 
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you 
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel 
All my bullets hit, never graze you 
If you never was shit, I'ma promise you this 
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n 
The first one there, and the last one to get to running 
Unless you tell me the cops coming 
Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out 
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth 
I wake up with the mad south 
You know how many chinks and jews 
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route? 
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking 
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman 
I'ma put him in a coffin 
Soon as I step in 
I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens 
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims 
Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail 
The best studio, 16 bars to post bail