Check Ya Hood Songtext / Lyric

OFTB...

Tell 'em check, tell 'em check, check them hood...

Flipside...

Bust Stop...

Low M.B...



Life goes on, Watts is the land where I home

The homies been around now flip go on, it's on

I've been watching niggas go in all my bang life

And I don't let now the bustas take mad strikes, Cali got, palm trees

I slangin' to my big homies live well, to serve my enemies

They heard I now making ends

They in been and I never been

For years they're ballin' with the red shoelaces

Shot'em up and go to court caught by cases

Now, I, see myself following in the same situation

Gotta keep moving is my daily operation

And it's so deep, they're on my feet, I gotta to sleep



Cause that's homies in my hood tryna kill me



So way is going down, is like in many movies






Picture this presentation, homie against homie



Check yo hood, before goes under...



Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger

Check yo hood, before goes under...



Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger

Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting



Cause is too many peoples black dying

Tell 'em check, check them hood...



The niggas and Gods never be in a safe place

My whole homies now point guns in each others faces

And now the projects turns into warzone

I guess only rule now, the it's on

That's why I had to flip script and roll with Death Row (Death Row...)

I got love for the hood, but they don't hear me though

I see my homies going to jail, I watch few die



I watch my back in the hood, but don't know quite why

I guess cause is 1996, and no mo' toe-to-toe

You put hands on me, and homie you gotta go



"The hood is so good", you let the others brothers tellin' (Well, well, well, well...)

But when come inside, I guess homies gonna got skanless

I wonder if is the one reasons for this brothers try test me



You gotta problem with up, and come with treats me

Now is wasn't take hard look around the projects...

I see no love, no loyalty or respect...



Check yo hood, before goes under...

Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger

Check yo hood, before goes under...



Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger

Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting

Too many black dying

Tell 'em check, check them hood...



Check my hood, a lot homies goin' under

The cold thang, is nobody gettin' younger

If I go get son, damn, is better I gettin' now

Is time to take a chance, I try way around

A close mouth, and never I gonna get you fear



Say what you wanna do, fool, let's don't be scared



Cause I'ma do what I gotta do to get mine

My enemies necessary I commit a crime

And that's the way, that's the way I gotta get it??, punk, so you know I with it

Jealousy gotta this fool's, wanna do me?

I gotta love for my homie, but he don't love me

I pray to God, and hope not be the next victim



Cause I'm studio straight to projects (Well, well, well, well...)

I guess the true in my hood never play out

I'm stay true to this rap for my way out...

Check yo hood, before goes under...

Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger



Check yo hood, before goes under...

Tight up your game, nobody's gettin' younger

Don't touch around, we betta stop fighting

Too many black dying

Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood...

Don't touch around, tell 'em check, check them hood...



OFTB, uh

OFTB is tha house

Death Row is tha house

Death Row, yeah

The projects is tha house

Mobbin', steady mobbin'

We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's

We can help in this streets, having teacher for these's G's

We don't know another way to be, the OFTB

We don't know another way to be, the OFTB

Death Row, OFTB

Death Row, is place to be