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In My Hood

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In My Hood

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Niggas screw they face up at meOn some real shit son they don't want beefI cock that, aim that shit out the windowI spray - there ain't a shell left in my heatYa niggas better lay down, youngin stay downGet hit wit Ak rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make itYou niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains outHave ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...I'm from Southside motherfuckerWhere gats explodeIf you feel like ya on fire, boyDrop and rollNiggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn coldNow you could be a victim or you can lock and loadParty jumpin, shorty bouncin that assI wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima hollaI'ma see whats upI got my razor and my handgunMy pistol in trunkCarve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...[Hook]In my hooooooodNiggas got love for meBut I don't go nowhere without my strapIn my hooooooodA little dro, a lil hennesseyA nigga juz don't kno how to actIn my hooooooodNiggas is grimeyI stay on pointI hold to my gatIn my hooooooodNiggas might buck at meSo I keep somethin around to buck backIn my hooooooodI dont trust a motherfuckin soulWhen the D's come they foldOn my first case they toldWhere I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighthNiggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya faceTell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to raceCuz a robbery can turn into a homi-caseCooperate or doc'll have to operateBcuz I pop you run a light than pop at jakeTrust me son, niggas'll go on for they cakeThese thirsty niggas are lurkinYou have to catch em and merk emI'm observant in my hoodThese niggas be dumminShots go off at the dice gameAll you see is them runninThat make it harder and harder to pump on the blockI'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot[Hook]In my hooooooodNiggas got love for meBut I don't go nowhere without my strapIn my hooooooodA little dro, a lil hennesseyA nigga juz don't kno how to actIn my hooooooodNiggas is grimeyI stay on pointI hold to my gatIn my hooooooodNiggas might buck at meSo I keep somethin around to buck backIn my hooooooodThe house party off the hookUntil them shots go offWell thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show offUh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippinCrack money slow, so you know niggas is trippinShorty down there on that Queens trackTakin a whippinShit, b!tch get outta pocket -She needs some disciplinePeep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alleyLook at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black DenaliThe grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped upYou shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip upIt ain't good to do good in my hoodBlaaow ... You know not to do good now[Hook]In my hooooooodNiggas got love for meBut I don't go nowhere without my strapIn my hooooooodA little dro, a lil hennesseyA nigga juz don't kno how to actIn my hooooooodNiggas is grimeyI stay on pointI hold to my gatIn my hooooooodNiggas might buck at meSo I keep somethin around to buck backIn my hoooooood
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