50 CENT 02. In My Hood Lyrics

n____s screw they face up at me
On some real s___ son they don't want beef
I c___ that, aim that s___ out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Yall n____s better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya a__ ain't gonna make it
You n____s'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside m_________er
Where them gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
n____s'll eat cha a__ up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that a__
I wanna f___ - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in da trunk
Carve ya a__ up nicely if ya play me like a punk...

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
n____s got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And n____s juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
n____s is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
n____s might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

I dont trust a m_________in 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
n____s'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Becuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, n____s'll go on for they cake
These thirsty n____s are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These n____s be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the f___ am supposed to eat when its hot

The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you s___ outta luck if n____s catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know n____s is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
s___, b____ get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey n____s where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow... You know not to do good now