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In My Hood Lyrics
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, youngin stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...
[Hook]
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
I dont trust a motherfuckin 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
Niggas'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, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas 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 fuck am supposed to eat when its hot
[Hook]
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
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 shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, 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 niggas 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 hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, youngin stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
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
Niggas'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, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas 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 fuck am supposed to eat when its hot
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, 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 niggas 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
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood
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another one of his top tunes, but your all too busy bein shit hip hopfans to take notice, if any of you think you like hip hop then dont, you clearly have no clue,
probably only got into this shite rapper coz dre and slim hyped him up and you thought 'ooh, if they say he's good, he must be'
you dont really like hip hop, you like the fake image, the bling and bull shit, well that aint hip hop, hip hop has been dead for sooooo long, and it will never come back to life, sell outs have killed it so much that it now lives underground and is hard to find
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