[Verse 1]
N***as screw they face up at me
On some real shit, son they don’t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain’t a shell left in my heat
Y’all n***as better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it
You n***as will get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
N***as will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood n***as got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And n***as just don’t know how to act
In my hood n***as is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood n***as might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 2]
I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul
When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told
Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth
N***as’ll 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 Doc’ll have to operate
N***as I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, n***as’ll go hard for that cake
These thirsty n***as are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
I’m observant in my hood, cause n***as be dumbing
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot?

[Chorus]
In my hood n***as got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And n***as just don’t know how to act
In my hood n***as is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood n***as might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 3]
The house party (Go) off the hook (Go) until them shots (Go) go off (Go)
Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
Ah, you shit out of luck if n***as catch you slippin' (Uh-huh)
Crack money slow so you know n***as is trippin' (Yea!)
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 (Ahhhhh)
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali (Wooo)
The grimey n***as where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' jux you or probably shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood
**Gun cocking and firing sound effect**
You know not to do good now

[Chorus]
In my hood n***as got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And n***as just don’t know how to act
In my hood n***as is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood n***as might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood