50 Cent - In My Hood lyrics

On some real sh** son they don't want beef I co*k that, aim that sh** out the window I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat Ya n***as better lay down, youngin stay down Get hit wit AK rounds - ya a** ain't gonna make it You n***as'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ... I'm from Southside motherf**er Where gats explode If you feel like ya on fire, boy Drop and roll n***as'll eatcha 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 trunk Carve ya a** up nicely if ya play me like a punk... [Hook] In my hoooooood n***as got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A n***a juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood n***as is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood n***as might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back In my hoooooood I dont trust a motherf**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***as'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 Bcuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake Trust me son, n***as'll go on for they cake These thirsty n***as are lurkin You have to catch em and merk em I'm observant in my hood These n***as 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 [Hook] In my hoooooood n***as got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A n***a juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood n***as is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood n***as might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back In my hoooooood 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 sh** outta luck if n***as catch you slippin Crack money slow, so you know n***as is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens track Takin a whippin sh**, b!tch 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***as 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 [Hook] In my hoooooood n***as got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A n***a juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood n***as is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood n***as might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back In my hoooooood