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50 Cent

In Da Hood

 

In Da Hood

(album: The New Breed - 2003)


[Brooklyn:]
I still be riding through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representing 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
'Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy
Niggas'll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady
Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen
It don't bark, it spark when that revolver spinning
We winning

[Brooklyn:]
I still be riding through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representing like we should

[50 Cent:]
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin
Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood
A few times niggas tried to blast me in the 'hood
Fuck it, it's all good
Catch me in the coupe, on the lean
With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine
I ain't the type nigga that be out, running his mouth
Talking gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
Nah, homie, better get to know me better
Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater
When the talons come flying up out the Beretta
You gon' feel like it's your fault and say, "man, I knew better"
Look, dawg, I don't play that shit
I pull that thing out I'mma spray that shit
That's how I get down

[Brooklyn:]
Brooklyn, she's so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood
That's what you get for talking all that shit in the hood
Yeah, I'm still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn'll drop you broads'll fall behind her
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
Get robbed, get shot, shit is popping in the hood

[Brooklyn:]
I still be riding through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representing like we should
I still be riding through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representing like we should

done

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