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