[Intro: Eazy-E, J-Dee & D-Magic]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Police eat the dick straight up, you know?
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
This is D-Magic speakin'
For all you wannabe but can't be DJ's
Don't even try to [?]
Because it's to dope for you ass, nigga
[Verse 1: Homicide & Nigga 9]
Redrum on my mind, and my system full of chronic
Check on the lap and the rivel in my stomach
Wild, wild, Westwood, niggas love to ride
Weedie, Don, Vito, we go (Where?)
Back to the hood Westwood I said
Whenever I got static, get the AK with the infrared (Yuh)
I'm makin' hoes drop like a sniper, bitches talkin' shit I won't hesitate to strike her down, actin' like a psycho from that buddah
Homicide's a killer, because Homicide's a shooter
N-I-Double G-A number 9, (Nigga 9) is a killer
Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the for realer
Niggas dyin', (Dyin') 9mm shells flyin' (Flyin') through a niggas dome, now the morgue is their home
Blown away (Blown away) by A the K, (The A, the K) fourty-seven reasons, fifty shells I can spray
Hey, Homicide ain't got no static (Static), Nigga 9 never havin' no problem Pooh-Lou got the 4-5 automatic for the bitches always tryin' to come hard, son, this is the Backyard
Ay, let Nigga 9 on this motherfucker
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Police eat the dick straight up, you know?
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
This is D-Magic speakin'
For all you wannabe but can't be DJ's
Don't even try to [?]
Because it's to dope for you ass, nigga
[Verse 1: Homicide & Nigga 9]
Redrum on my mind, and my system full of chronic
Check on the lap and the rivel in my stomach
Wild, wild, Westwood, niggas love to ride
Weedie, Don, Vito, we go (Where?)
Back to the hood Westwood I said
Whenever I got static, get the AK with the infrared (Yuh)
I'm makin' hoes drop like a sniper, bitches talkin' shit I won't hesitate to strike her down, actin' like a psycho from that buddah
Homicide's a killer, because Homicide's a shooter
N-I-Double G-A number 9, (Nigga 9) is a killer
Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the for realer
Niggas dyin', (Dyin') 9mm shells flyin' (Flyin') through a niggas dome, now the morgue is their home
Blown away (Blown away) by A the K, (The A, the K) fourty-seven reasons, fifty shells I can spray
Hey, Homicide ain't got no static (Static), Nigga 9 never havin' no problem Pooh-Lou got the 4-5 automatic for the bitches always tryin' to come hard, son, this is the Backyard
Ay, let Nigga 9 on this motherfucker
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