50 Cent - Round Here (sessions @ Aol) [dvd] lyrics

[50 Cent] It ain't good to good in front of n***as in the hood, right. It ain't good to good in front of n***as in the hood, right. Everybody know that [Verse 1] Doin good in front of n***as in the hood cause problems Tre, trade pounds and (?) I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth sh** Your man gangsta? Me too Go on and get em b**h I just bought new toast to spit Next n***a gettin gully gettin laid out quick Where ever rich touchin n***as is gettin hurt Cause a broke n***a always down to put it in work Don't run up on me, I don't know you n***a So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you n***a I know you love the way the goutti beat bump Got you license plate rounds and all over your trunk Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog I'm from Queens but I'm mother f**in B.K. hard I sound like I move bricks uptown More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound Shook n***a (shook n***a, shook n***a) I'm a Guiness Book n***a [Chorus 2x] We don't play that p**y sh** round here You can get your f**in wig split down here Don't rep where you come from too much around here You can get your f**in cap filt [Verse 2] If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club So them n***as I done stuck up could cut me he f** up, nah I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep 4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat n***as think they want beef They don't want beef They find from somebody that love playin in the street When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya n***a Shell will make ya feel like your on fire n***a If you thinkin we thristy 'cause, we right We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club Last time it came n***a tore the shyt up (what) I don't where you from and I don't care But n***a we don't play that p**y sh** round here [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] (Spanish talkin) No ingles, No ingles, mother f**ers will shoot ya The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care We don't talk that mida mida bullsh** round here Man, I done so much dirt in the hood n***as heard I got shot they was all sayin good (do it for em) f** ya'll, ya aint got to like me I'm gettin knocked,ya'll n***a aint got to like me I'm on the same bullsh** I been on It's the same bullsh** ya n***as need to get on Ya sh** sound too commercial Come cruisin through the hood mother f**ers will hurt ya You shouldn't them flash j**els Cause n***as will run up on ya if thats true They want your money, the watch, and you tenis shos I aint gotta tell ya not to move Ya know the rules