[50 Cent]
^!$$%z screw they face up at me
On some real %#@! son they don't want beef (nah)

I @@#! that, aim that %#@! out the window and spray
There ain't a shell left in my heat
Y'all ^!$$%z better lay down, yeah I mean stay down

You get hit with AK round, your $$# ain't gon' make it
You ^!$$%z'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin

I'm from Southside mother$#&@er, where them gats explode
If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll
^!$$%z'll eat yo' $$# up, cause they heart turned cold

Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that $$#, I want her
Gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whassup

I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh)
Carve your $$# up nice you play me like a punk


[Chorus: 50 Cent singing]
In my hood - ^!$$%z got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap

In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
and ^!$$%z just don't know how to act
In my hood - ^!$$%z is gri-mey

I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood - ^!$$%z might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back


[50 Cent]
In my hood... I don't trust a muh'$#&@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
^!$$%z'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

^!$$%z I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, ^!$$%z'll go hard for that cake
These thirsty ^!$$%z are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em

I'm observin in my hood, cause ^!$$%z be dumbin
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block

I'm a hustler, how the $#&@ I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?

[Chorus]


[50 Cent]
In my hood - the house party off the hook until them shots go off

Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
Up, you %#@! out of luck if ^!$$%z catch you slippin (uh-huh)
Crack money slow so you know ^!$$%z is trippin (yeah)

Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, (*##$ get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley (ahh)

Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey ^!$$%z where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shy ^!$$% 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


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

In my hood...