[Chorus: Brooklyn]

I still be riding through the 'hood

Into Compton, it's all good

From Southside Queens to Inglewood

We representin' 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

In The 'hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up

Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy

Niggas'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'



[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims

God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin

Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood

a few times, niggas try to blast me in the 'hood

Fuck 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 niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine

I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth

Talkin' gangsta and shit, 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 beretta

You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better"

Look dogg, I don't play that shit

I pull that thing out I'ma spray that shit

That 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, shot that fifth in the hood

That's what you get for talkin' all that shit 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, shit is poppin' in the hood



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