G-Unit - Catch me in the hood • correction
englishYea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeopardize it I got the right
To send a motherfucker at ya tonight
And I ain't stopping till my click popping
swimming in barrels of money
Micheal walking around with a head em
cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny
niggaz go raving see you suffering, hungry
I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money
Why you ass of
you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off
As soon as you act up
You know what I came for
A peace of the game or
Artilary thats as long as a chainsaw
I buy them weight
But tis still feels like I'm dreaming
40. calinger my pillow kinda feel like my c-men
I physical presence of a female the form of a demon
that's why I fuck em and leave em get my nut while I'm breathing
And I thought they catch me slipping now I'm ducking and dripping, thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you bricking
You tripping the record can get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether catholic or Christian
Listen, and when trough momma bitchen in and out the kitchen what probable cause is probable in and out the prison
We got soldiers
but you still gotta respect ours
We got more 4-5s and nines then a deck of cards
You can take me out the hood
But can take the hood out me
Cause I'm ghetto
Niggaz hate when you do good
But when you broke
Your friends and your enemy's
They love you
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack
Oh, you go
You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie
I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country
Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low
White boys don't call me coke they call me blow
Its time to go on a bus the train a plane I'm smuggle
I'm nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double
cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover
Ill pay all ya bills and fill ya refrigerator
Feed ya family turn ya man to a hater
You can put me in a dog-panel or ya stash box
Put me in ya nikes tims and reeboks
If you caught three and a halve you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards
I'm trying to move more birds, and pa all day on the corner of third
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the hood out me
Cause I'm ghetto
Picture me polishing pistols
I'm coming to get you the shells hit you you scream
Think I'm playing I mean it
Man I don't bought all this pistols, just get it popping
Start and waving my own voice shell cases gets the drop
The devils round the corner I got to much pride to hide
I'm outside gun in my pocket theres stunting to popping
I'm dying to poppin them young and I'm wrestling to the death system as the world turns the reciprocity learn
count on my blessings clean up my weapons I'm ready for war
The strong survive the weak shall perish I told you before
Hoes be complementing me like 50, nice chain
Balaggio 20 grand of chips on the dice game
Its burned out cant stop it
You gotta watch mtv, bet, nigga you see me
I wonder if I'm mad cause I'm doing good
Cause niggaz are feelin me more than you in yo hood
And it hurts cause you love them but they don't love you back cause they know you just rapping and you don't bust ya gat you pussy
Yea, explain it to the niggaz in yo hood nigga
They know you fucking the front nigga
Talk all that gangster shit on the record
I see you nigga
niggas know me nigga
Ask around in my hood nigga
Read the daily news nigga
you see them talking about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy... get it popping