{Refrain:}
[Brooklyn]:
I still be riding through the ´hood
Into Compton, it´s all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin´ like we should

[50 Cent]:
I´m hot boy, I told you before
Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
In The ´hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the ´hood is crazy
Niggas´ll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady
Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen
It don´t bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin´
We winnin´

{au Refrain}

[50 Cent]:
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin
Now the D´s, they harass me in the ´hood
a few times, niggas try to blast me in the ´hood
Fuck it´s all good
Catch me in the coupe - on the lean
Wit´ needles and samples and diesels for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit´ my nine
I ain´t the type nigga that be out, runnin´ his mouth
Talkin´ gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
Now homie, you better get to know me better
Before you be bleedin´ pints of blood into Iceberg sweater
When the tails come flyin´ up out the beretta
You gon´ feel like it´s yo´ fault and say "Man I knew better"
Look dogg, I don´t play that shit
I pull that thing out I´ma spray that shit
That how I get down

[Brooklyn]:
Brooklyn she´s so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
´Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood
That´s what you get for talkin´ all that shit in the hood
Yeah I´m still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya
Brooklyn to Compton it´s all good
Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin´ in the hood

{au Refrain, x2}