Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they dont want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There aint a shell left in my heat
Yall niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
You get hit with a K round, your ass aint gon make it
You niggasll get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
Im from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like youre on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggasll eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
Gimme a second Ima holla, Ima see wassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I dont go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just dont know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
I dont trust a muhfuckin soul
When the Ds come they fold, on my first case they told
Where Im from it aint safe to have more than a eighth
Niggasll come to your place, put a gun in your face
Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
Cause a robbery could turn into a homo case
Co-operate, or Docll have to operate
Niggasll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggasll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurking, youll have to catch em and merk em
Im observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is them running
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
Im a hustler, how the fuck Im sposed to eat when its hot?
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I dont go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just dont know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
The house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin on my block, showoff
You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where Im from dont wanna see you chipped up
You shine, nigga gon jux you, or plot to shoot your whip up
It aint good to do good in my hood
You know not to do good now
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I dont go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just dont know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood