40 Glocc Hood Rich Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah! Uh-huh!
Okay! It's on!
Yo!
Okay!

[Chorus: Havoc]
All you niggas mad becuz you know the Mobb is gettin' money
Can't help it your bitch is on my dick. - All the bitches love me!
G-Unit the label, more "Blood Money", blood money!
Don't get mad, I'm hood riiiiiiich!

[Havoc:]
Hats off for the kid. - Pockets full of brick!
We drink Hennesy. - Guttah mothaf*ck a Cris'!
So f*ck y'all! - And f*ck you!
I ain't gotta tell you baby what the gun do. (whoo!)
Little homie done tried the set home. - He like f*ck that!
Time for some new blood, the G's want their block back.
Niggas ease by snitchin, clap him f*ck it my opinion,
Shit have me dizzy way to f*ck them down spinners.
What ya bitch see in me what the f*ck I be shit'N
Prob'ly as greasy as me - on the low pimpin'.
We do this easily y'all go them extra endin',
See the f*ckin' team WITH me (okay!) play ya self or get missin'.

[Chorus: Havoc]
All you niggas mad becuz you know the Mobb is gettin' money
Can't help it your bitch is on my dick. - All the bitches love me!
G-Unit the label, more "Blood Money", blood money!
Don't get mad, I'm hood riiiiiiich!

[40Glocc:]
I rock wife beaters. - white on white Sneakers
5-0, one jeans white-T no sleeves!
I'm just so G! - Stee low, low key.
We run the streets - f*ck the police!
Aim that trey ya - make that slow leap
Take that Maybach, snatch that fo free.
Push his face back! ("NIK BEAN! ") - Atleast 'bout fo' feet
f*ck that peep shit! - Rip him into pieces!
Ya cars is leases. - You ain't got shit,
You need to quit - just lead to cement! For you find ya feet tied to some brick of cement,
My chest! My neck! My frozen wrist! - So cold I can't feel 'em shit!

[Chorus: Havoc]
All you niggas mad becuz you know the Mobb is gettin' money
Can't help it your bitch is on my dick. - All the bitches love me!
G-Unit the label, more "Blood Money", blood money!
Don't get mad, I'm hood riiiiiiich!

[Prodigy:]
Move back from the kid, When you see me coming, yea'!
It's not cool! I'm not playing games with you dummies!
No, I'm NOT - taking picutes! Nah I ain't - signing shit
Show respect from where you stand - or niggas die quick.
Yeah I'm on that bullshit. - f*ck that! And f*ck this! (f*ck this!)
Rap is bullshit cause in life these streets is a bitch
Now I'm rich than a muthaf*cka! [Lowrider jumping] - And I show it off ("DJ NIK BEAN! ")
To a certain extent cause to much will turn 'em off.
The ladies going crazy when I pull up in the Porsch (Porsch!)
Got me droppin' off the baby at their cuzin jumpin' off.
Niggas wanna take my head - but I be poppin' off.
Saw'd off - .380's, 3 pounds of AR's!
We best in the bizzy niggas jealy of my dawgs
So the bulletproof Chevy got - real heavy doors.
You got her belly gettin large! - I got her celly when I call,
She said: - "We can't f*ck, but she'll suck me off! "

[Chorus: Havoc]
All you niggas mad becuz you know the Mobb is gettin' money
Can't help it your bitch is on my dick. - All the bitches love me!
G-Unit the label, more "Blood Money", blood money!
Don't get mad, I'm hood riiiiiiich! [x2]