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lirik lagu 50 cent g unit – in da hood

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i still be riding through the ‘hood
into compton, it’s all good
from southside queens to inglewood
we representin’ like we should

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
in the ‘hood, empty n-gg-s locked up, they rats all knocked up

baby after baby, the ‘hood is crazy
n-gg-s’ll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady
got a pet bulldog, i keep under my linen
it don’t bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin’, we winnin’

i still be riding through the ‘hood
into compton, it’s all good
from southside queens to inglewood
we representin’ like we should

hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
god d-mn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin
now the d’s, they har-ss me in the ‘hood
a few times, n-gg-s try to blast me in the ‘hood, f-ck it’s all good

catch me in the coupe, on the lean
wit’ needles and samples and diesels for the fiends
the money stay on my mind, so i stay on the grind
plus n-gg-s like to stunt, so i stay wit’ my nine

i ain’t the type n-gg- that be out, runnin’ his mouth
talkin’ gangsta and sh-t, with my gun in the house
now homie, you better get to know me better
before you be bleedin’ pints of blood into iceberg sweater

when the tails come flyin’ up out the biretta
you gon’ feel like it’s yo’ fault and say, “man i knew better”
look dogg, i don’t play that sh-t
i pull that thing out i’ma spray that sh-t, that’s how i get down

brooklyn, she’s so sick in the hood
got these fat b-tches get the spit in the hood
’cause i throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood
that’s what you get for talkin’ all that sh-t in the hood

yeah, i’m still a minor, remember this
everything brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya
brooklyn to compton, it’s all good
get robbed, get shot, sh-t is poppin’ in the hood