[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 dick 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***a

[Verse 1: Homicide & N***a 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***as 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, bitches talkin' shit 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***a 9) is a killer
Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the for realer
N***as dyin', (Dyin') 9mm shells flyin' (Flyin') through a n***as 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***a 9 never havin' no problem Pooh-Lou got the 4-5 automatic for the bitches always tryin' to come hard, son, this is the Backyard
Ay, let N***a 9 on this motherfucker
[Verse 2: N***a 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 fuckin' loose from my so notty, notty, notty, notty, dreads
Longview, South Park, Westwood, Trigg and Lauderdale, you thicker than this shit, I can't tell, Gangsta Blac'll whoop that bitch
Flippin' and whoopin' and scrappin' and dumpin' the motherfuckers in the ditch, yeah
It don't get no deeper, you gettin weaker, put up your guard, (Yeah) this is the Backyard

[Interlude: Homicide]
Motherfuckin' shit don't stop
Gangsta Blac, drop this shit

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
I'm totally insane, I'm loosin' my fuckin' 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 bastard 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 shit

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