50 Cent – Can't Help Myself Lyrics

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i’m hood, I’m so hood
i’m ghetto like a motherfúcker
i’m hood, I’m so hood
i’m ghetto like a motherfúcker

i had a five hundred pack 14 grams of powder
on the phone with my connect should last about an hour
i need work, I repeat, I need work
my nigger’s 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 shit you seen in a flick

Black nine extended clip as long as my d¡ck
They say I’m griming, yeah fúck it I line niggers
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigger
Don’t take it personal, it’s just how I grind nigger
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I’m trying duck I got that hoover
Her head will make you kill a motherfúcker

I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down
You’d be like “I could just kill a man”
I don’t fùck with them niggers from her projects
They’re on section eight but niggers cars are straight
They ain’t out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don’t stop down there if I ain’t got the toasts
I’m in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leaning, I see them niggers scheming, dream on
Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would
I’ll have my niggas deep
I have them light up the whole hood.

i’m hood, I’m so hood
i’m ghetto like a motherfúcker
i’m hood, I’m so hood
i’m ghetto like a motherfúcker

they said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck
around the same time niggas spot start getting stuck
i say ‘I ain’t know none about nothing’
i’m on the low, niggers really know me for stunting
i pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
that crack money handsome, your b¡tch blowing me kisses
you need to check her if you think she could be the Misses, damn

I’m starting think you can’t trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain’t gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
My sister’s 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
I see 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

I’m hood, I’m so hood
I’m ghetto like a motherfúcker
I’m hood, I’m so hood
I’m ghetto like a motherfúcker

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