[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