50 Cent In My Hood Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
Spray, there ain't a shell that bend my heat
Ya'll n____s better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya a__ ain't gon' make it
You n____s gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside m________a, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
n____s'll heat ya a__ 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 a__
I won't f___, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya a__ up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
n____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____ just don't know how to act
In my hood
n____s is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
n____s might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don't trust a m________in' 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 eighth, n____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___-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, n____s will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, n____s will go hard for that cake
These thirsty n____s will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood, these n____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___ I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you s___ out of luck if n____s catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know n____s is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
s___, b____ 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____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