50 Cent: "In My Hood" (Just for the f--k of it, and if we don't realize peeps who make money are smart then we're all screwed...)

My homie laced me a pro bono copy, it's a dope auto-bio, at least as far as page 20, and dude is smart. I keep listening to "In My Hood" over and over, and damn son, it plays automatically in my head. When I rap it wandering anywhere, peeps is lookin' quizzical, and then feelin' it. Sober as John Roberts or blitzed like Dresden, I gotta say straight up: this song is the shiznit...


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50 Cent - "In My Hood"


[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,
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 a gay round, yo' ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas'll get layed out, ya 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 yo' ass up, cause they heart turned cold,
Now you can be a victim, or you can lock and load,
The party jumpin', shorty bouncin' that ass,
I wanna fuck, gimme a second, I'm'a holla, I'ma see what's 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 nowhere without my strap,

In my hood...
A lil' dro', a lil' 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 somethin' around to buck back,

In my hood...


[Verse 2]

I don't trust a mothafuckin' 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 8th, 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,
Cooperate, or Doc'll have to operate, niggas'll pop you,
Runnin', like they pop at Jake,
Trust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake,
These thirsty niggas are lurkin',
You'll have to catch 'em, and murk 'em,
I'm observant in my hood, these niggas be dumbin',
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin',
It make me 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 nowhere without my strap,

In my hood...
A lil' dro', a lil' 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 somethin' around to buck back,

In my hood...


[Verse 3]

The house party off the hook, until them shots go off,
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block, show off,
Uh, 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 of 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 Denali,
The grimey niggas where I'm from, don't wanna see you chipped up,
You shine, they gon' jux you, and plot to shoot your whip up,
It ain't good, to do good, in my hood,
(click-click)
Blow!
Now you know not to do good...

[Chorus]

In my hood...
Niggas got love for me, but I don't go nowhere without my strap,

In my hood...
A lil' dro', a lil' 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 somethin' around to buck back,

In my hood...