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50 cent – can’t help myself lyrics


i’m hood, i’m so hood, i’m ghetto like a motherf-cker [x2]

[verse 1]
i had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder
on the phone with my connect, this sh-t last about an hour
i need work, i repeat, i need work
my n-ggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked’
when no money coming in is when the guns come out
why the d’s wanna sit in front of my momma house
you know it’s sort of like some sh-t you seen in a fl!ck
black nine extended clip as long as my d-ck
they say i’m grimmey, yeah f-ck it i line n-ggas
i show them where your sh-t at before they take mine n-gga (hahaha)
don’t take it personal, it’s just how i grind n-gga
figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man
ebony enemy today i’m tryin’ to duck, i got that hover
i heard it’ll make you k!ll a motherf-cker (don’t stop girl)
i mean you gotta feel it man
she bob and weave up and down you’d be like “i could just k!ll a man”
i don’t f-ck with them n-ggas from her projects
they’re on section eight but n-ggas cars are straight
they ain’t out in the day time them n-ggas roaches
i don’t stop down there if i ain’t got the toaster
i’m in the six four five hard top, not the drop
leanin’, i see them n-ggas schemin’, dream on
touch me, sh-t i wish a n-gga would
i’ll have my n-ggas deep, i have them light up they whole hood

i’m hood, i’m so hood, i’m ghetto like a motherf-cker [x2]

[verse 2]
they said i fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
around the same time n-ggas spot start gettin’ stuck (shiiiit..)
i say ‘i ain’t know none about nothing’
i’m on the low, n-ggas really know me for stuntin’
i pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
that crack money handsom, your b-tch blowin’ me kisses
you need to check her if you think she could be the misses, d-mn
i’m starting think you can’t trust n0body
i hold my own strap, they ain’t gotta hold that for me
and slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me
man since her cousin in a car crash died
she said ‘don’t drink and drive’, i say ‘just drink, don’t drive’
i had a morphine dream, i got heroine ambitions
that’s big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
when i say i’m straight, i mean i’m straight
once the razor hit the plate i double up the cake (hey)

i’m hood, i’m so hood, i’m ghetto like a motherf-cker [x2]

you’se a purse sn-tchin’ -ss n-gga man
you’se a petty n-gga
i can look at you, i can tell you’se a petty n-gga
you’se a car thief
you’se a idibitty n-gga, i’m a big city n-gga
new york city n-gga