50 CENT - In my hood lyrics

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[50 Cent]

Niggaz screw they face up at me

On some real shit son they don't want beef (nah)

I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray

There ain't a shell left in my heat

Y'all niggaz better lay down, yeah I mean stay down

You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it

You niggaz'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out

Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin

I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode

If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll

Niggaz'll eat yo' ass up, cause they heart turned cold

Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load

The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I want her

Gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whassup

I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh)

Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk

[Chorus: 50 Cent singing]

In my hood - niggaz got love for me

But I don't go nowhere without my strap

In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy

and niggaz just don't know how to act

In my hood - niggaz is gri-mey

I stay on point, I roll with my gat

In my hood - niggaz might buck at me

So I keep somethin around to buck back

[50 Cent]

In my hood... I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul

When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told

Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth

Niggaz'll come to your place, put a gun in your face

Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race

Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case

Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate

Niggaz I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake

Trust me son, niggaz'll go hard for that cake

These thirsty niggaz are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em

I'm observin in my hood, cause niggaz be dumbin

Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin

They make it harder and harder to pump on the block

I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

In my hood - the house party off the hook until them shots go off

Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff

Up, you shit out of luck if niggaz catch you slippin (uh-huh)

Crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin (yeah)

Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin

Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline

Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley (ahh)

Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali

The grimey niggaz where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up

You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up

It ain't good to do good in my hood

[click-clack, BLAM] You know not to do good now

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

In my hood...