Letra In my hood de 50 Cent

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[Verse 1]
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
Spray, there ain´t a shell that bend my heat
Ya´ll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain´t gon´ make it
You niggas gon´ get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin´ and shakin´
I´m from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas´ll 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 won´t fuck, gimme a second, I´ma holla, I´ma 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 don´t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro´, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don´t 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 don´t trust a mothafuckin´ soul when the D´s come they fool
On my first case they told, where I´m from it ain´t safe
To have more than a ??, niggas´ll 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 you´ll have to catch ´em and murk ´em
I´m 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
I´m a hustler, how the fuck I´m supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don´t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro´, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don´t 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 I´m from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon´ ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain´t good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now
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[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don´t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro´, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don´t 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