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f/ Brooklyn
Chorus: Brooklyn
I still be riding through the 'hood
Into Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
50 Cent
I'm hot boy, I told you before
Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
In The 'hood, empty locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy
'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady
Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen
It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin'
We winnin'
Chorus
50 Cent
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
God d*mn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin
Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood
a few times, try to blast me in the 'hood
fk it's all good
Catch me in the coupe - on the lean
Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus like to stunt, so I stay wit' my nine
I ain't the type nigg* that be out, runnin' his mouth
Talkin' gangsta and s**t, with my gun in the house
Now homie, you better get to know me better
Before you be bleedin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater
When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta
You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better"
Look dogg, I don't play that s**t
I pull that thing out I'ma spray that s**t
Thats how I get down
Brooklyn
Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood
Got these fat girls get the spit in the hood
'Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood
That's what you get for talkin' all that s**t in the hood
Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya
Brooklyn to Compton it's all good
Get robbed, get shot, s**t is poppin' in the hood
