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, young in 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 South side motherfucker Where gats explode If you feel like ya on fire, boy Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up 'cuz 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, I'ma 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
In my hood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood A little dro, a lil' Hennessey A nigga juz don't know how to act
In my hood Niggas is grimy I stay on point, I hold to my gat In my hood Niggas might buck at me So I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood
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 'Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case Cooperate or doc'll have to operate Because I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son Niggas'll go on 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?
In my hood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood A little dro, a lil' Hennessey A nigga juz don't know how to act
In my hood Niggas is grimy I stay on point, I hold to my gat In my hood Niggas might buck at me So I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood
The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that's what you 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, bitch 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 grimy 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
In my hood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood A little dro, a lil' Hennessey A nigga juz don't know how to act
In my hood Niggas is grimy I stay on point, I hold to my gat In my hood Niggas might buck at me So I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood