Artist: Raekwon f/ Icewater
Album:  n/a
Song:   Welcome 2 My Hood
Typed By: pneumatic

[Sample]
Crack rockin shit.

[Intro: Polite]
It's spooky around here niggas, Take a motherfuckin walk with me man
Yeah yo little faggot motherfuckers man, I'm bout tired of you niggas man,
Taken you motherfuckin niggas on a walk to the motherfuckin darkside nigga, S-I
Yeah, Get your fuckin guns out niggas, It's about to be a problem,
Yall niggas already fuckin know nigga, Cheah, Ice dot fuckin H-2-0

[Polite]
Yo, No doubt, Lyrical workout, Physical fitness,
If niggas take it personal then that's your business,
Nigga's flows is easy, Please believe me,
Your boys flows is Stevie, Yall can't see me.
Ayo, Who you think you fuckin with, You can suck a dick,
Straight up off some other shit, And use your mothers lips,
Back up on some other shit, Mr. Chameleon,
Competition gettin nervous, Bitch they worthless.
Niggas talk about pistols like they the only niggas that got one,
Until they get popped with a shot gun,
Murk off and aint nobody chatterin a word,
Thought it was a game, Brains all splattered on the curb.
What the, Fuck is the matter with you birds, You buggin,
Your little cousin, Cover your ears, These fuckers be cussin,
When I say birds I mean niggas not bitches,
Cause half you niggas was ducks before they were chickens,
Don't get it twisted.

[Chorus: Polite, (P.C.)]
Yo, Ayo, Welcome to my hood where them dudes'll get at you,
Fiends might attack you, Cops'll harass you,
Identify yourself cause them killas are at you,
Front and they might blast you, (Welcome to my motherfuckin hood)
Ayo, Welcome to my hood where them niggas is broke,
They got twenties of oregano and dimes of soap,
Where at any time you can get a gun at your throat,
And they easily provoked nigga, (Welcome to my motherfuckin hood)

[P.C.]
You all ready know where I was raised, S-I cradle to the grave,
We could gun it out or take it to the stage,
Cops'll have to place me in a cage,
These fake ass thugs'll be the ones to call the cops cause they afraid,
I'll creep through the war with a weapon tonight,
And make him eat through a straw for the rest of his life,
You from the hood but you aint reppin it right,
You aint ready to shot, And when it pop you aint ready to fight,
P.C.'s not your regular type, Try to study my style,
I'll blow past all yall by hundreds of miles,
Go ahead and hate, Try dumpin your pal,
I'll make a space for you under the ground,
I'm from the street first, Make you eat dirt, From where the D's lurk,
Gotta stash drugs till the cops give a mean search,
I place where shit's never really good,
Let me welcome all of yall to my motherfuckin hood.

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Little Somalian dons, Bomb strapped to the feet piece,
Catch me in Belize eattin green oranges,
Black African models, We out in Dubai wit,
Heavy jewelry, Gold Escalades, Lookin too fly,
Shoot a nigga right in his mouth, Front on the clique,
You gettin licked down, Then I'm hittin the South,
Word to my mother, My grandmother, Uncles and Aunts,
We got some, Hidden agendas up in the Bronx,
I run with seven hundred Brooklyn niggas,
About a thousand islanders, Who cuttin niggas rockin New Balances,
Who pull up, See nothin but silencers, This shit aint a game,
I wave a finger then you run out of millage, Yo,
So many flyin spurs shot through your town,
Black down, Lookin for reefer, Might by a pound,
Or I might test a challenger's style,
Open em up and eat em like fresh pussy, You know I gets down.