50 Cent - Round Here lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent - Round Here lyrics]

It ain't good to good in front
Of niggas in the hood, right
It ain't good to good in front
Of niggas in the hood, right
Everybody know that

Doin' good in front of niggas
In the hood cause problems
Trey-eights, trey-pounds and 44's solve 'em
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get 'em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin'
Laid out quick where ever ribs is touchin'
Niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down
To put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd
I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the Gally beat bump
Got you license plate rattlin'
All over your trunk
I confuse these chumps with my style, dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin BK hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
Or like a thug from the Bronx
Who stays with a 4-pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga

We don't play that pussy shit 'round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Don't be reppin' where you come
From too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt

Queens, nigga! Brooklyn

If I can't get my gun in the club
Why whould I come in the club?
So niggas I done stuck up could
Cut me he fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a Benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find out that somebody they love
(is) layin' in the street when you rap
You keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go poppin that shit
In the wrong hood
Where I'm from the young boy'll
Come and try ya nigga
Shell will make ya feel like
Your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and
Chain like that's an S-type
Promoter sayin "don't play 50 in the club"
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up
(what)
I don't where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that
Pussy shit round here

The only Spanish I know is
"coño, cállate la boca puta", "no inglés
No inglés" motherfuckers will shoot ya'
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that "mira
Mira" bullshit around here
Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they
Was all sayin 'good' ("Good for him")
Fuck ya'll, ya' ain't got to like me
I get knocked
Ya'll nigga ain't got to write me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya' niggas
Need to get on
Y'all shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin' through the hood mother
Fuckers will hurt you
You should know when and when
Not to flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on
Y'all fools and flash you
They want your money, the watch
And you tennis shoes
"I ain't gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules!"

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