Lloyd Banks - Catch Me in the Hood lyrics

Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, G-Unit! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] This rap sh** plays a major part in my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right (What?) To send a motherf**er at you tonight (Uh-huh~!) G-Unit!! [Lloyd Banks] And I ain't stoppin 'til my click poppin, swimmin in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up cause her child ain't a dummy It's funny - n***as'd rather see you sufferin and hungry I'm comfy as hell, skatin with another n***a's money (WOO~!) You lie your a** off; you know you ain't that tough I'm pullin your mask off, as soon as you act up (WHAT~!) You know what I came for, a peace of the game or Artillery that's 'bout as long as a chainsaw I buy the weight, but it still feels like I'm dreamin 40 calender, my pillow kinda feelin my semen The physical pressence of a female's the form of a demon That's why I, f** 'em and leave 'em get my nut while I'm breathin (YEAH~!) If you thought they'd catch me slippin now I'm duckin and drippin That's a thousand dollar outfit what the f** is you grippin You trippin, no record can get my a** in position d**h wish for no religon whether catholic or christian Listen; I went through momma b**hin in and out the kitchen With probable cause as poppa was in and out the prison We got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four-fives and 9's then a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (Cause what?) Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto) n***as hatin when you do good, but when you broke Your friends and your enemies they love you (they love you) Chi-Chi, get the llello (get the llello) Picture me bein cracked, out of town trips on the train - WHAT~?! Chi-Chi, get the Yayo Picture me bein cracked... (TONY YA-YO!!!) here we go You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole f**in country Wall Street n***as, they cop me on a low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on a bus, the train, a plane I'm smuggle, I'm nuttin but trouble I'll make your money double, cook me in bakin soda I'll turn your who-rock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill ya 'fridgerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in the door panels or your stash box Put me in your Nikes, Timbs and Reeboks If you copped three and a half, you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards (what?) I'm tryin to move more birds, in P.A. all day On the corner of 3rd - n***a what?! [50 cent) You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (WHAT?!) Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto) Picture me polishin pistols, I'm comin to get you, the shells hit you You scream, think I'm playin - I mean it Man I done brought all these pistols, let's get it poppin Start to wavin my embroidered shell casings get to droppin The devil's 'round the corner I got to much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunt and I'll pop it I'm dyin to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you numbered for d**h As the world turns, the lessons should be learned Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons, I'm ready for war The strong survive, the weak shall perish, I told you before Hoes they compliment me now like 50 - nice chain! Belagio, twenty grand of chips at the dice game Ballin out, can't stop it, you gotta watch MTV BET, n***a you see me~!! I wonder if you mad, cause I'm doin good Or cause n***as feel me, more than you in yo' hood And it hurts cause you love 'em and they don't love you back Cause they know you just rappin and you don't bust your gat You p**y!! Yeah explain it to the n***as in your hood n***a They know you f**in 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 the "Daily News" n***a you see them talk about me n***a I'm in the middle of all kinds of sh** You p**y... get it poppin! {NON-STOP... can't forget... Shady, Aftermath!}