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g unit - i luv da hood lyrics

verse 1 (young buck)
bullet wounds and tattoos is how i show my pain,
im gone so much my lil girl don’t know my name,
my palms covered in residue from cocaine,
been on the block since 6 in da moooornin,
the neighbors complain bout the traffic at my house (f-ck yall),
when they need to borrow something they put they hands out,
lil kids start runnin when they see my car comin,
just looking at me wil make a n-gg- start hustling,
i aint gone start nothing i just know how to count,
or how to eyeball an eightball,
u wearin em out,
lips black from the blunts,
or that side wit diesel,
and a desert eagle im so illegal,
i can hear what they feed you what they put in the needle,
amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal,
u can call me country but don’t call me broke,
we got all this money 50 where u wanna go,
c’mon n-gg-

(chorus)x2
sh-t aint really all good but i luv da hood,
all i need is my weed man i luv da hood,
we aint livin like we should but i luv da hood
but they stil turn the key man i luv da hood

verse 2 (game)
they say g-ngb-nger whoo kid let it ride,
f-ckin wit g-unit i’ll let the desert fly,
ridin thorugh chasville wit buck on my dubs,
and for those who don’t know that stands for west side,
i blast on my enemies,
f-ck you if you aint kiddin me,
knock ya top off like kennedy,
then sip on hennesy,
ridin through tennessee,
if you need c-ke young buck got the rememedy,
i got it fo nine five if you wanna fly,
put em in a range rover if u wanna drive,
if you only need one,
u aint even gotta come,
i just pack it up and strap it to a b-tches thigh,
you eva seen an impala drive,
seen hollows fly,
seen yellow tape everytime there’s a h-m-cide,
when there’s drama i pull a glock from out my waist,
n-gg-s try and make my mama cry,
its g-unit n-gg- u betta recognize,
i put you in a grave for that sh-t that joe budden tried,
i remember how it feeled when my brother died,
then tupac biggie smalls and them otha guys,
so when me and my homies ride,
i got a chrome 45 in my lap,
on my waist with the double nines,
n-gg-s tried to kill me but it wasn’t time,
i took five shots from my own borther,
and i went into a coma,
woke up in the hospital,
cops said they found druges and i said they wasn’t mine,
bad boy but i wasn’t shine,
matta fact i wasn’t sh-t,
thought that cause i one-timed,
now it’s g-unit n-gg- read between the lines b-tch

chorus x2

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