Catch Me In the Hood

Yeah!

50 Cent, Lloyd Banks

Tony Yayo, G-Unit!

This rap shit plays a major part in my life

So if you jeopardize it I got the right

To send a motherfucker at you tonight

Uh-huh

G-Unit

And I ain't stoppin 'til my clique poppin', swimmin' in barrels of money

Ma can walk around with her head up cause her child ain't a dummy

It's funny, ****'d rather see you sufferin' and hungry

I'm comfy as hell, skatin' with another ****'s money

You lying your ass off; you know you ain't that tough

I'm pullin' your mask off, as soon as you act up

You know what I came for, a peace of the game or

Artillery that's 'bout as long as a chainsaw

I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin'

40 cal' under my pillow condom feeling my semen

The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon

That's why I fuck 'em and leave 'em, get my nut while I'm breathin'

Never thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and drippin'

That's a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you grippin'

You're trippin', no record can get my ass in position

Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian

Listen, I went through momma bitchin' in and out the kitchen

With probable cause as poppa was in and out the prison

You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect the odds

We got more 45's and 9's than a deck of cards

You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me

'Cause what?

'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto

**** hatin' when you do good, but when you're broke

Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you

Chi-Chi, get the Yayo, get the Yayo

Picture me bein' cracked, out of town trips on the train

What?

Chi-Chi, get the Yayo

Picture me bein' cracked, Tony Yayo, 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 fuckin' country

Wall Street ****, 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 draw panels and 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're movin' forwards, what?

I'm tryin' to move more birds, in P.A. all day

On the corner of 3rd, **** what?

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 too much pride to hide

I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunt and I'll stop it

I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you numbered for death

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!

Bellagio, twenty grands of chips at the dice game

Ballin' out, can't stop it, you gotta watch MTV

BET, **** you see me!

I wonder if you're mad, 'cause I'm doin' good

Or 'cause **** 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 pussy!

Yeah explain it to the **** in your hood ****

They know you fuckin' front ****

Talk all that gangsta shit on the regular, I see you ****

**** know me ****, ask around in my hood ****

Read the "Daily News" ****, you see them talk about me ****

I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit

You pussy, get it poppin'!

Non-stop

Can't forget

Shady, Aftermath!