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 'cause 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 what's 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 hoooooood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A nigga juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood Niggas is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood Niggas might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back In my hoooooood I don't 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 'cause a robbery can turn into a homi-case Cooperate or doc'll have to operate B'cause I pop you run a light than pop at jake Trust me son, niggas'll go hard 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 it's hot [Hook] In my hoooooood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A nigga juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood Niggas is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood Niggas 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 that's 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 hoooooood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hoooooood A little dro, a lil hennessey A nigga juz don't kno how to act In my hoooooood Niggas is grimey I stay on point I hold to my gat In my hoooooood Niggas might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back In my hoooooood
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