In My Hood

50 Cent - In My Hood Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Song: In My Hood Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [50 Cent] Niggaz screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don't want beef (nah) I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain't a shell left in my heat Y'all niggaz better lay down, yeah I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it You niggaz'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll Niggaz'll eat yo' 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 want her Gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh) Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk [Chorus: 50 Cent singing] In my hood - niggaz got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy and niggaz just don't know how to act In my hood - niggaz is gri-mey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood - niggaz might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back [50 Cent] 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 Niggaz'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 Niggaz I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggaz'll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggaz are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em I'm observin in my hood, cause niggaz be dumbin Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin 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? [Chorus] [50 Cent] 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 Up, you shit out of luck if niggaz catch you slippin (uh-huh) Crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin (yeah) 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 (ahh) Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggaz 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 [Chorus] [50 Cent] In my hood...