50 Cent – In My Hood

In My Hood is another hot and intriguing hip hop and rap record created by a high rated American rapper and songwriter, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 02 on his top charting album project called “The Massacre” was officially released on 3 March 2005.

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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 and spray

There ain’t a shell left in my heat

Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down

You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it

You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out

Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking

I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode

If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll

Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold

Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load

The party jump, shorty bouncing that ass, I wanna fuck

Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup

I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk

Carve your ass up nice you 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 little Hennessy

And niggas just don’t know how to act

In my hood niggas is grimey

I stay on point, I roll with my gat

In my hood niggas might buck at me

So I keep something around to buck back

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

Niggas’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

Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake

Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake

These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em

I’m observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing

Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running

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?

In my hood niggas got love for me

But I don’t go nowhere without my strap

In my hood a little ‘dro, a little Hennessy

And niggas just don’t know how to act

In my hood niggas is grimey

I stay on point, I roll with my gat

In my hood niggas might buck at me

So I keep something around to buck back

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

You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin

Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin

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

Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali

The grimey niggas 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

In my hood niggas got love for me

But I don’t go nowhere without my strap

In my hood a little ‘dro, a little Hennessy

And niggas just don’t know how to act

In my hood niggas is grimey

I stay on point, I roll with my gat

In my hood niggas might buck at me

So I keep something around to buck back

In my hood