In My Hood

Verse 1
screw they face up at me
On some real s**t son, they don't want beef
I c*ck that, aim that s**t out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya'll better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya as* ain't gon' make it
You gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafka, where them gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
'll heat ya as* up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jumpin, shorty bouncin' that ass
I won't fk, 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 as* up nice, you play me like a punk

Chorus
In my hood
got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigg* just don't know how to act
In my hood
is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

Verse 2
I don't trust a muth*fkin' 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 an eighth, '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-operate or Doc will have to op-erate, will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, will go hard for that cake
These thirsty are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observant in my hood, cuz 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 fk I'm supposed to eat when its hot

Chorus
In my hood
got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigg* just don't know how to act
In my hood
is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
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 s**t out of luck if catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
s**t, b*tch 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 DeNali
The grimey where I'm from, don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' juks* you and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood Gunshot
You know not to do good now nigg*

Chorus
In my hood
got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigg* just don't know how to act
In my hood
is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood