Lyrics:
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowin' through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
for
Somebody nine times
And when you don't come through the tenth
They go in contempt and tell
You to die tryin' well, I ain't no 50 Cent
I got some
and we love that ice
And when we rollin' through your hood we love to shoot that dice
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin', tryin' to find what they want
Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun
Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his
Ridin' through the hood wit a 30 in the stick
Oxycodone 30mg, and 30 on my wrist
Have you seen this Cartier, it's a birdie on my wrist
You can get it fried
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
6's on the Charger and they
Said it couldn't fit
But I'mma still do it cause a nigga so hood
Wish I could and I know I should
But fuck that shit,
gone low
Or gone by sundown, they're dodging 5-0
Now as I wander through the city goin' mad
I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass
wanna act out
I just black out
And blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you
I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot
Jewels drippin' like Poseidon
Different bitches trippin'
Tryna get up
Tell 'em "Lets talk money"
T-Pain on you bitches i be ridin' real high
Switchin' lanes on you bitches
50 box of cigarillos
Got a thang for them Swishers
You in the office of the good doc again, let's walk again
It's like clock again, the hood rock again
You should pop it in,ain't take it out
That
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
like Mitch
When I be in the hood
I be ridin with your bitch
You know she prolly on my dick
'cause I'm prolly the shit
Listen, I'ma ball til I fall
Spit
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
In the back of the double R truck smokin', ridin' through the snow
If you ever crossed me before, I'm puttin' your ass in that scope (baow)
Had
at the club with a clutch at my waist
If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face
Blood on his face get drug through a lake
For goodness sake invite the hood
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
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