Discover the poetic beauty in ‘In My Hood’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don’t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain’t a shell left in my heat
Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
You get hit with a K round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it
You niggas’ll get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggas’ll eat your ass up, ’cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jumpin’, shorty bouncin’ that ass, I wanna f*ck
Gimme a second I’ma holla, I’ma see wassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ‘dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
I don’t trust a muh’fuckin 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
Niggas’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
Niggas’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
I’m observing in my hood, ’cause niggas be dumbing
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is them running
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I’m a hustler, how the f*ck I’m ‘sposed to eat when it’s hot?
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ‘dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
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
You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin’
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin’
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin’
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin’ diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin’ on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shine, nigga gon’ jux you, or plot to shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood
You know not to do good now
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ‘dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood