These Niggas Aint Hood-easymp3s
50 Cent And Lloyd Banks Lyrics

Yo daddy, these nigga's ain't hood
Drop that shit

So what I grew up with them niggas
I ain't stuck with them niggas
We from the same hood but I
Don't fuck with them niggas
Shit pop off, I touch one of them niggas
Cut one of them niggas
Buck one of them niggas Beg For Mercy, number four, I'm so hood
First LP, ten-million sold, I'm so good
I thought niggas would love to see me shine
But it's making them sick to
See me getting mine
Got that Benz, got that Bentley
And that new Bugatti
Got that Range, Aston Martin
And that new Ferrari
If it's making you sick to
See me blow I'm sorry
Dude we used to be cool
But I ain't stuck with you nigga
I grew up with you nigga
But I don't fuck with you nigga
Got shot in the back then turned around
And got shot in the eye
You ain't gonna shoot back lay down and die
There's a message in my music
Can you hear it Kai?
Your man's never gonna blow and
You're the reason why
It's disease infested when I spit it
Any nigga can get it
Fuck the fronting and the rhymes
That ass'll get flat-lined
Can't we all just get along?
We used to be friends
Nah, fuck that, man we used to pretend
These niggas is comedians
I thought I was type funny
Five called telling niggas
"mutt need bail money"
On some real shit, would you
Bail a nigga out son
That knew niggas was trying to kill you
And wouldn't let you hold a gun
Think about it hahaha

Regardless of what you done heard or hearing
Fuck all the comparing I dare them
To come anywhere near him
They want someone famous to pout
With so I walk around
With my gun like it came with the outfit
I don't really like to toot my own
Horn but beep, click clack, blat
Go to sleep we all know since you was
In the class with Legos
You'd grow up to be as soft as mash potatoes
Your man gonna make me throw this
Nigga towards the window and
Put his ass in the air like the Jordan symbol
All my diamonds are colored, I
Fruity Pebble'd the right hand
Fifty-five grand on the bezel from Ice Man
They want to give your boy
The 40 cal and nina
So I stay on my toes like a ballerina
I'm starving nigga
The only one that can cut me
And get away with it is my barber, nigga
Cause I'll revolve a nigga
Take a piece of your head
You'll have more room in your
Hat than a Harlem nigga
And now most of these
Subliminal raps be coming
From the same niggas backstage
Giving you daps
Like, "yo banks you hot and everybody
Says it and I think
It'd be real big if we could do a record"
But now I'm on some other shit
Like I ain't fucking with none of you niggas
On a record unless you my brother shit
I'm an intelligent man and my elegant band
Got more colors than elephant man
Since hell is at hand I mine as
Well expand hand over my can
Tan all over the lamb, lamb all over the sand
The sun all over the beach
Your eyes all over my bitch
Her eyes all on your moves
Incase one of them switch
If you don't learn to
Relax and swallow steam
There'll be more shells in
The grass than halloween