Tha Backyard lyrics

[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 di*k 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, n*gga

[Verse 1: Homicide & n*gga 9]
Redrum on my mind, and my system full of chronic
Check on the lap and the rivel in my stomach
Wild, wild, Westwood, n*ggas 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, b*tches talkin' sh*t 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, (n*gga 9) is a killer
Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the for realer
n*ggas dyin', (Dyin') 9mm shells flyin' (Flyin') through a n*ggas 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), n*gga 9 never havin' no problem Pooh-Lou got the 4-5 automatic for the b*tches always tryin' to come hard, son, this is the Backyard
Ay, let n*gga 9 on this motherf*cker
[Verse 2: n*gga 9]
S-T-H-M-E-M; where I come from, time for some action
One for all, all for one, the backyard thicker than a constipated pigeon
Droppin' bombs like eggs from a chicken (Yeah)
I know a girl named Nina, black cougar, got seventeen kids last name Lou
Pooh-Lou in the house, can you dig it?
Droppin' marks of like Baridi
A drive a-by comin' from I kick your head f*ckin' loose from my so notty, notty, notty, notty, dreads
Longview, South Park, Westwood, Trigg and Lauderdale, you thicker than this sh*t, I can't tell, Gangsta Blac'll whoop that b*tch
Flippin' and whoopin' and scrappin' and dumpin' the motherf*ckers in the ditch, yeah
It don't get no deeper, you gettin weaker, put up your guard, (Yeah) this is the Backyard

[Interlude: Homicide]
Motherf*ckin' sh*t don't stop
Gangsta Blac, drop this sh*t

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
I'm totally insane, I'm loosin' my f*ckin' mind
My eyes are gettin' bigger, I think that I'm goin' blind
The dope is in my veins, my mind it just can't hang
Im loosin' my way of speech, I'm talkin' a lot of slang
I sometimes fall in a daze, my thoughts they back track
My theory is gangster kill while sippin' on Similac
I'm loosin' a lot of a weight, no drug addict, no, I ain't
My momma she died clean, my father I have to thank
I'm raised up a bast*rd child, and that's why I'm hostile
The patience I have none, a menace since [?]
Created a gangster, see, now Memphis don't want me
Habitual criminal, I'm fightin' my enemy
My cap is to the side, a war is 'bout to start, Gangsta is in the house, I'm flexin' with Backyard
[Interlude: Homicide]
Goddamn, we gonna take a trip to Blackhaven
Killaman, drop that sh*t

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It's the motherf*ckin' backyard crew, ho
One, two, three, four hundred motherf*ckers at your door
You gotta go, ain't a motherf*ckin' thang changed
Still kickin' my hat to the right, but some little gang n*ggas wanna fight
But back to the subject of the other ho
I got a swisher, you claim you ruthless
I can't tell, b*tch, the sh*t is too motherf*ckin' thick
The Backyard is too motherf*ckin hard