Supply - Intellectual

[Intro: MC Eiht]

Yeah

Yeah!

Yeah! We keep it hood

Uh-huh

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]

I started off real young in the backseat

Had dreams of probably being an athlete

Moms pray Sundays, still Pops was hard-head

You dabble in the drug trade, that's what she said

Now I'm my brother's keeper, Pop's bed shook

Product of the hood, fingerprint in book

In the hood on the corner when the vehicles pass

Sometimes enemies rolled and blast

Cash rules everything, hit your hood, rat

The hood took me on the bluе rag and all that

Drive-by music, loud funky worm

Backseat shooter, now hе high off shr'ms

Left turn, one time in some high beams

Couple shots, "Fuck you!"s and some loud screams

Just another day, that's what it all seems

Nightmares get to waking 'cause bad dreams

[Chorus: MC Eiht]

Yeah, the hood got me under steel

Trap a nigga in, G-Loc, sure will

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap a nigga in, G-Loc, sure will

[Verse 2: Spice 1]

Like supernatural, riding round with Pac in the passenger seat

As a hologram and a black Chevy just like the like the black version of Dean and Sam, nigga

Rodney King died 6/17/12

In a swimming pool high as a kite, and drunk as hell

And that's the way I wanna go out, nigga, drunk in my pool

Better than getting shot by you bitch ass niggas when I'm on the move

I miss my real niggas, but it ain't no coming back for them

I just be living up in my ghetto tales as Iceberg Slim

I used to have hella stolen rims in my Momma's backyard

From jacking niggas at gunpoint with the gauge and going hard

They could've called me the Eastside gangsta neighborhood drug dealer

King Kong ain't got shit on the silver-silverback gorilla

Shit, tryna pitch birds dealing with stealers

We used to put pressure on niggas 'til those motherfuckers fill us

Mister Bossalini, keeping my end to the street

I gotta know when this bitch niggas is moving on me

(Blaow!)

[Chorus: MC Eiht]

Yeah, the hood got me under steel

Trap a nigga in, G-Loc, sure will

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap a nigga in, G-Loc, sure will