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CENT - In My Hood - Paroles / Lyrics
[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
left in 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 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
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
[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
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