50 Cent - In My Hood lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - In My Hood lyrics]
On some real shit son they don’t want beef
I cock that
Aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain’t a shell left in my heat
Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah
I mean stay down you get hit with AK round
Your ass ain’t gon’ make it
You niggas will get laid out
Your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete
Shivering and shaking
I’m from Southside motherfucker
Where them gats explode
If you feel like you’re on fire
Boy drop and roll
Niggas will eat your 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 wanna fuck
Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand
Got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you
Play me like a punk
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
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
Niggas’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
Niggas I’ll pop you
Run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurking
You’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
I’m observant in my hood
Cause niggas be dumbing
Shots forfeit the dice game
All you see is the running
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?
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
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
You shit out of luck if
Niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow so you
Know niggas is trippin
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
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin
On that black Denali
The grimey niggas 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
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood