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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Recording Engineer
José Borges
José Borges
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Dobmeier
Michael Dobmeier
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (yeah) Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute Cut the grass around my clique, so I could see these snakes You see 'em back in the hood, it's 'cause I see they're fake I preach a sermon 'bout the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar I pop you punk niggas like I pop my collar I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up Now you can find me with the finest hoes Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam Get out of line, and I'm lightin' yo' ass up Semi-automatic's spray, I tighten yo' ass up, what? Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (yeah) Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs Slow down little nigga, don't exceed your speed 'Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League I got connects, I don't need no weed I been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seeds After I'm done you, clappin' the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans, guess what? Your favorite rapper does too In a minute, I'ma have the jeweler makin' my rims spin My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston Nuttin' but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck Shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She at my balls, head first like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper I take care of birds like an animal doctor I been out and buzzin', niggas just slept on me So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (yeah) Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page Yeah, we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage The ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethin' So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin' But play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny I know you see me comin'; 'cause on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those that hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't a Blood like Game See I been havin' beef, I got my own bulletproof vest Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left Until my last breath, I'm sendin' niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryna be heroes You know how we roll, everywhere that we go It's Fo-Fo's, Calicos, and Desert Eagles, yeah Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (yeah) Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga what?) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
Writer(s): Mike Elizondo, Scott Storch, Young Buck, Andre Romell Young, Curtis James Jackson, Lloyd Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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