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[50 Cent]

It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the
hood, right.

It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the
hood, right.

Everybody know that

[Verse 1]

Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause
problems

Tre, trade pounds and (?)

I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit

Your man gangsta? Me too

Go on and get em bitch

I just bought new toast to spit

Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick

Where ever rich touchin niggas is gettin hurt

Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work

Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga

So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga

I know you love the way the goutti beat bump

Got you license plate rounds and all over your
trunk

Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog

I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard

I sound like I move bricks uptown

More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4
pound

Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)

I'm a Guiness Book nigga

[Chorus 2x]

We don't play that pussy shit round here

You can get your fuckin wig split down here

Don't rep where you come from too much around
here

You can get your fuckin cap filt

[Verse 2]

If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I
come in the club

So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me he
fuck up, nah

I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep

4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat

Niggas think they want beef

They don't want beef

They find from somebody that love playin in the
street

When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good

Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood

But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga

Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga

If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right

We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a
S-type

Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club

Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)

I don't where you from and I don't care

But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round
here

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]

(Spanish talkin)

No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot
ya

The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care

We don't talk that mida mida bullshit round here

Man, I done so much dirt in the hood

Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good
(do it for em)

Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me

I'm gettin knocked,ya'll nigga aint got to like
me

I'm on the same bullshit I been on

It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on

Ya shit sound too commercial

Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will
hurt ya

You shouldn't them flash jewels

Cause niggas will run up on ya if thats true

They want your money, the watch, and you tenis
shos

I aint gotta tell ya not to move

Ya know the rules