Three 6 Mafia Hood Drug Warz (WestSideTeam) Lyrics
            Lord Infamous (Intro):
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            Little kids can't play in the street no more
            Bullets ricoche all around when they fly
            Your best friend just died right by your side
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            Torture him 'till his m_________in blood pours
            Little kids can't play in the street no more
            A real drug war a hood drug war
        
            Verse 1: DJ Paul
            I started off small time slangin blow off in the hood
            Snort a bag, sell a bag it's all good
            As long as I can clear a 140 in a day
            I know fo sho' tommorrow I got a place to stay
            In my projects where n____z they break necks
            And claim sets and checks not keys
            Never heard of cashin a d___ check
            It's all love but the other night I got robbed
            A n____ crashed my crib get 15 in drugs
            I can't believe the toucha man got touched
            It's cool to touch but this time you f___ed uo
            You should have said einy meeny miny mo
            And picked another do
            To kick in you hoe
            I'm on a tight budget
            With money I can't be playin
            I know who did it it was my own hitman
            He forgot who's the boss but I'm bout to show'em
            And pick his kids form his grandma's house blowin
        
            Chorus Lord Infamous
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            A real drug war A Hood drug war
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            A real drug war A Hood drug war
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            A real drug war A Hood drug war
            What'chu n____z know about hood drug warz
            A real drug war A Hood drug war
        
            Verse 2: BG
            If you know me then you know I'm A G
            You know I'm a fool
            I don't sleep
            I be in the streets making moves
            B. Gizzle can't nothing to prove it's understood
            Don't need to be explained
            I'ma gangsta in this game
            24's in the range
            30 Carrots in the chain
            You run up and you'll get 17 in your brain
            I ain't playin wit u n____z
            How you want it you can get it
            And I ain't gon send I'ma come myself
            I'ma empty the hundred round drum myself
            Don't question me I ain't gon' buss myself
            I'ma fool we can go pound for pound
            Since I was in middle school
            I had a hoe south bound
            I'ma man myself my hustle don't stop
            I don't get checks from Koch
            I get 'em off the block
            I'm the hottest of the hot
            You should know that by now
            I'ma smash any n____ that don't give me my props
        
            Chorus: Lord Infamous
        
            Verse 3: Juicy J
            I done robbed a m_________er for a whole key
            They been lookin for a n____ bout two weeks
            Duckin dodgin through the hood they done spoof me
            Put a hit out on my a__ make me go to sleep
            I can run for a year but I can't hide
            Cuz these snitches in the hood wanna homicide
            I could probably call my killaz they down to ride
            But you can't trust a n____ from the other side
            Cuz they act like they cool say they robbin banks
            But a crusher probably kill ya over anythang
            It's a war n____ hit the floor
            It's time to destroy
            give themwhat they came for
            Down to the court
            Ridin through the ghetto say them hangin at the store
            Stuck the k out the window let the hollow explode
            Tote em back at your friend bro
            Watchin blood poor
            This is how s___ go when you in a drug war
        
            Verse 4: Lil Wyte
            See I'm caught up in as much as you
            Always mobbin wit a crew
            Test this crackers pour and it soon will come devoure you
            Keep your eyes peeled ears open when you on the curb
            Drama in these streets over weed pills and purple surp
            Clearly drugs seem to be what this situation all about
            They tryin to stay low key
            Might as well just f___ing shout it out
            Blame in on the bar or somethin
            When something happens to your secret spot
            Try retaliation and you'll feel heat come from the glock
        
            Chrous: lord Infamous
        
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