Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ 50 Cent - In my hood ------------------------------------------ [Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they dont want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there aint a shell that bend my heat Yall niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass aint gon make it You niggas gon get layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin and shakin Im from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggasll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, with shorty bouncin that ass I wont fuck, gimme a second, Ima holla, Ima see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I dont go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro, a lil hennessy, a nigga just dont know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin around to buck back In my hood [Verse 2] I dont trust a mothafuckin soul when the Ds come they fool On my first case they told, where Im from it aint safe To have more than a ??, niggasll come to your place Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas will lurk, then youll have to catch em and murk em Im observin in my hood, these niggas be dumbin Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is em runnin They make it harder and harder to pump on the block Im a hustler, how the fuck Im supposed to eat when its hot [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I dont go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro, a lil hennessy, a nigga just dont know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin around to buck back In my hood [Verse 3] That house party off the hook, until the shots go off Well thats what you get for stuntin on my block show off Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin a whippin Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline Peep the fiends, shootin diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black DeNalli The grimey niggas where Im from, they wanna see you chipped up You shine, they gon ?? and shoot your whip up It aint good to do good in my hood [Gunshot] You know not to do good now [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I dont go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro, a lil hennessy, a nigga just dont know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin around to buck back In my hood