G-unit - Catch Me In The Hood lyrics

Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit (Lloyd Banks) This rap sh** plays a major part in my life So if u jeopordize it i got the right To send a muthaf**er at ya tonight G-Unit And i aint stoppin till my click poppin swimmin in barrels of money Micheal walking around with a head em cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny n***az go ravving see you suffering, hungry I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of n***az money Why you a** of you know you ain't that tough I'm pulling your mask off As soon as you act up You know what i came for A peace of the game or Artilary thats as long as a chainsaw I buy them weight But tis still feels like i'm dreamin 40. calinger my pillow cinda feel like my c-men I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon that's why i f** em and leave em get my nut while im breathin And i thought they catch me slippin now im ducking and drippin, thats a thousand dollar outfit wuth the f** is you brickin You trippin the record can get my a** in position d**h wish for no religon wether catholic or christian Listen, and when trough momma b**hen in and out the kitchen wuth probable cause is probable in and out the prison We got soldiers but you still gotta respect ours We got more 4-5s and nines then a deck of cards (Tony Yayo) You can take me out the hood But can take the hood out me Cause im getto n***az hate when you do good But when you broke Your friends and your enemy's They love you Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole f**ing country Wallstreet n***az, they caught me on a low White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow Its time to go on a bus the train a plane im smuggle Im nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover Ill pay all ya bills and fill je frigerator Feed ya familly turn ya man to a hater You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya nikes tims and reeboks If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day on the corner of third (50 cent) You can take me out the hood But can't take the hood out me Cause im gettho Picture me pollishing pistols Im comming to get you the shells hit you you scream Think im playing i mean it Man i dont bought all this pistols, just get it popping Start and wavin my own voice shell cases gets the drop The devils round the corner i got to much pride to hide Im outside gun in my pocket theres stuntin to poppin Im dying to poppin them young and im wrestling to the d**h system as the world turns the rececippy learn count on my blessins clean up my weapons im ready for war The strong survive the weak shall perrish i told you before Hoes be compementin me like 50, NICE CHAIN Balaggio 20 grand of chips on the dice game Its burned out cant stop it You gotta watch MTV ,BET, ni**a YOU SEE ME I wonder if im mad cause im doing good Cause n***az are feelin me more than you in yo hood And it hurts cause you love them but they dont love you back cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust ya gat you p**y Yea, explain it to the n***az in yo hood n***a They know you f**in the front n***a Talk all that gangsta sh** on the record I see you n***a n***as know me n***a Ask around in my hood n***a Read de daily news n***a you see them talkin about me n***a im in the middle of all cinds of sh** p**y...get it poppin