My Hood lyrics

by

Juelz Santana


[Production by Dame Grease]

[Cam'ron: Intro]
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me n*gga, and that's just the way it is n*gga
Uhh, Killer, uhh, Grease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family n*gga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...

[Cam'ron: Verse 1] {​​​
Where I'm from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
p*ss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fake it just for abortion money
Honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nothing like Evian
Type a sh*t my n*ggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like KD Kong
Crazy don, crazy cons girl f*ck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
sh*t, only thing i leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya
[Hook]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

Yo yo yo
[Cam'ron: Verse 2]
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin
Look out y'all, here the paddy wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
n*gga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat ho heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em
Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no
Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say
"Ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, sh*t like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cam's killin' this, i write for n*ggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin' this, n*ggas pump ya krills ta dis
Be careful, Harlem World will get this
[Hook]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

Yo yo yo...
[Cam'ron: Verse 3]
Cats wanna talk sh*t, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i don't run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop
One of the have-nots to brick money
Then i came thru in the six yummy
Ya whole click sick tummy
But be carefull, out in this game
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a b*tch hair; curled and dyed

[Hook]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
{​​​​repeat x2}​​​​
[Jim Jones: Outro]
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood
Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside
My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough
Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole Cali
Westside, LA, Bay Area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!
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