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in my hood - fifty cent lyrics

[verse 1]
n-gg-s screw they face up at me
on some real sh-t son, they don’t want beef
i c-ck that, aim that sh-t out the window
spray, there ain’t a sh-ll left in my heat
ya’ll n-gg-s better lay down, yeah i mean stay down
get hit with a k round, ya -ss ain’t gon’ make it
you n-gg-s gon’ get layed out in blood and ya brains out
have you on the concrete, shiverin’ and shakin’
i’m from southside mothaf-cka, where the gats explode
if you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
n-gg-s’ll heat ya -ss up cause they heart turns cold
now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
the party jump, with shorty bouncin’ that -ss
i won’t f-ck, gimme a second, i’ma holla, i’ma see what’s up
i got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
carve ya -ss up nice, you play me like a punk

[chorus]
in my hood
n-gg-s got love for me, but i don’t go no where without my strap
in my hood
a lil dro’, a lil hennessy, a n-gg- just don’t know how to act
in my hood
n-gg-s is grimey, i stay on point, i move with my gat
in my hood
n-gg-s might buck at me, so i keep somethin’ around to buck back
in my hood

[verse 2]
i don’t trust a mothaf-ckin’ soul when the d’s come they fool
on my first case they told, where i’m from it ain’t safe
to have more than a 8th, n-gg-s’ll come to your place
put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
as your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a h-m–case
co-opperate or doc will have to op-porate, n-gg-s will pop at you
run the light, then pop at jake, trust me son, n-gg-s will go hard for that cake
these thirsty n-gg-s will lurk, then you’ll have to catch ’em and murk ’em
i’m observin’ in my hood, these n-gg-s be dumbin’
shots go off at the dice game, all you see is ’em runnin’
they make it harder and harder to pump on the block
i’m a hustler, how the f-ck i’m supposed to eat when it’s hot

[verse 3]
that house party off the hook, until the shots go off
well that’s what you get for stuntin’ on my block show off
uhh you sh-t out of luck if n-gg-s catch you slippin’
crack money slow so you know n-gg-s is trippin’
shorty down there, on the queens track takin’ a whippin’
sh-t, b-tch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
peep the fiends, shootin’ diesel in his arm in the alley
look at the chrome spinners spinnin’ on that black denalli
the grimey n-gg-s where i’m from, they wanna see you chipped up
you shine, they gon’ ?? and shoot your whip up
it ain’t good to do good in my hood [gunshot]
you know not to do good now

- fifty cent lyrics

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