Artist: Dom Pachino f/ C-Tera, Desert Eagle, Jack Don Album: The Grunge Song: Hood Politics Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Desert Eagle] Mic check... bear witness to hip hop It's the alliance, the alliance... Straight dogs, we off the leashes Uh... Jack Daniels... C-Tera... this is what you get [Desert Eagle] Yo, I'm a gangsta, I don't really run for nothing I put that work in, I ain't the one for fronting I'm on the front line, I'm the first one that's busting Then fuck her one time, drop a clip, keep on gunning It's a Hillside Scrambler, your team don't want it In the Hill I got wolves, that'll keep on coming They gon' dump until they hit you, keep on running Keep, keep running, deep front on your onion Are you sure you want it, I ain't the one that's fronting I told you, in part two, I ain't the one that's fronting It's you, ya'll not ready, and ya'll never will be, for sure My gun heavy, got a big steel piece that blow Big chip off your shoulder, ship cocoa for boulders Loaded in rovers, ship a hundred keys over I got plenty bricks, make a boat tip over I got many whips, fill 'em up with soldiers, nigga [Chorus 2X: Desert Eagle] It's hood politics All gangstas gon' follow it, the hood full of hollow tips My alliance never follow tricks It's all good when the bottle tip, hoes gon' swallow kids [Jack Don] Yeah, straight off the plane, I be fucking ya brain Jack Don, from the slums, nigga, tuck in your chain Stay in your lane, cuz you can end up feeling the pain Fucking with the made niggas, 5th Borough, the Grain No beach raw, niggas is hot dogs, I put on the grill Shit get hot, when I'm pulling that clock hard Rock star status, whipping hot cars lavish You ain't hot, ya'll average, I will crack ya'll cabbage Damage any nigga with a grudge on the streets Got advantages on niggas when it comes to these beats You so sweet, your tongue is probably rotting your teeth Wanna fuck with Jack Don, you can rock in your beat Dodging the beast, these haters probably watching my piece But the king is too far for these niggas to reach Niggas wanna chase Jack, just to run in the grief Think it's all about rap til I tie up your niece, nigga [Chorus 2X] [C-Tera] We spitting more fire, cocking our hammers, we killing all liars Snitchers get their jaw wired, hit with the heat Push ya shit back, give you that sweet, that nasty That good shit, like ketchup, sticky stuff Nigga body in the street, like he got hit with a truck Police not giving a fuck, cuz they got to take me down if they catch me I ain't going in cuffs, I'd rather die, no bitch in my eye Tera arise, Shyheim passed the mic, said "nigga, it's time" So I pray to the statue, breeze through the story of Matthew Read a few pages on Jobe, too sad, we gon' conquer the globe The world is ours, determined like the pilots that took down the towers I'm charged vexed and amped up, focused like Neo, I'm ready Gain power, cuz I'm spitting it heavy, and I aim steady... [Chorus 2X]