Catch Me In The Hood

Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit

(Lloyd Banks)

This rap shit plays a major part in my life

So if u jeopordize it i got the right

To send a muthafucker 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

niggaz go ravving see you suffering, hungry

I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money

Why you ass 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 fuck 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 fuck is you brickin

You trippin the record can get my ass in position

Death wish for no religon wether catholic or christian

Listen, and when trough momma bitchen 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

Niggaz 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 fucking country

Wallstreet niggaz, 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 death 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, NIGGA YOU SEE ME

I wonder if im mad cause im doing good

Cause niggaz 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 pussy

Yea, explain it to the niggaz in yo hood nigga

They know you fuckin the front nigga

Talk all that gangsta shit on the record

I see you nigga

niggas know me nigga

Ask around in my hood nigga

Read de daily news nigga

you see them talkin about me nigga

im in the middle of all cinds of shit

Pussy...get it poppin