Chris Styles - In My Hood lyrics

[Verse 1] n***as screw they face up at me On some real sh** son they don't want beef I co*k that, aim that sh** 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 a** 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 motherf**er, where them gats explode If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll n***as will eat your a** up, cause they heart turned cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, shorty bouncin that a**, I wanna f** Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see wha**up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk Carve your a** up nice you play me like a punk [Hook] 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'f**in 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 h*mo' 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 observing 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 f** I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot? [Hook] [Verse 3] The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff You sh** out of luck if n***as catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know n***as is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Sheeit, b**h 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 n***as where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up You shy n***a on jux, you about to shoot your whip up It ain't good to do good in my hood {*click-clack, BLAM*} You know not to do good now [Hook]