Round Here lyrics

[Intro]
It ain't good to do good in front of n*ggas in the hood, right, right
It ain't good to do good in front of n*ggas in the hood, right, right
Everybody know that

[Verse 1]
Doin' good in front of n*ggas in the hood cause problems (Uh huh)
Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44's solve 'em (You ain't lyin)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth sh*t
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get 'em b*tch (Go head, get 'em)
I just bought new toast to spit
Next n*gga gettin gully gettin' laid out quick
Where ever ribs is touchin' n*ggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke n*gga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me
I don't know you n*gga
So what you bought my CD
I don't owe you n*gga
I know you love the way the Gally beat bump
Got you license plate rattlin' all over your trunk
I confuse these chumps with my style, dog
I'm from Queens but I'm motherf*ckin' BK hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown or like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4-pound (What)
Shook n*gga (shook n*gga, n*gga, n*gga)
I'm a Guinness book n*gga
[Chorus]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t
Round here
You can get your f*ckin wig split
Down here
Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*ckin cap peeled
Queens n*gga!
We don't play that pus*y sh*t
Round here
You can get your f*ckin wig split
Down here
Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*ckin cap peeled
Brooklyn!

[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why would I come in the club?
So n*ggas I done stuck up could cut me he f*ck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a Benz jeep (Uh huh)
Four deep strapped with all kinds of heat
n*ggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find out that somebody they love layin' in the street
When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go poppin that sh*t in the wrong hood
Where I'm from the young boy'll come and try ya n*gga
Shells'll make ya feel like your on fire n*gga
If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, you right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Promoter sayin "don't play 50 in the club"
Last time it came n*gga tore the sh*t up, what
I don't where you from and I don't care
But n*gga we don't play that pus*y sh*t around here
[Chorus]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t
Round here
You can get your f*ckin wig split
Down here
Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*ckin cap peeled
Harlem n*gga!
We don't play that pus*y sh*t
Round here
You can get your f*ckin wig split
Down here
Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*ckin cap peeled
BX!

[Verse 2]
The only Spanish I know is "coño, cállate la boca puta",
"no inglés, no inglés" motherf*ckers'll shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that "mira, mira" bullsh*t around here
Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood
n*ggas heard I got shot
They was all sayin' 'good' ("Good for him")
f*ck ya'll, ya' ain't got to like me
I get knocked, ya'll n*gga ain't got to write me
I'm on the same bullsh*t I been on
It's the same bullsh*t ya n*ggas need to get on
Y'all sh*t sound too commercial
Come cruisin' through the hood motherf*ckers'll hurt you
You should know when and when not to flash jewels
Cause n*ggas'll run up on y'all fools and flash you
They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes
I ain't gotta tell ya not to move
Ya'll know the rules
[Chorus]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t
Round here
You can get your f*ckin wig split
Down here
Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*ckin cap peeled
Staten Island