In my hood - 50 Cent

Me gustó mucho la foto del los M, y me gusta el hecho de no estarme escondiendo como otras veces. Aunque ya vendrá alguna llamada que me jale para atrás, una esquina con recuerdos, presentimientos, errores de visión... lo que sea, estaremos listos, sufriremos y nos volveremos a parar.
Ahora ritmo negro, cadencia, provocación, descaro jodón, sudor y placer. Pasado y presente. Me siento cansón pero sé que vienen cosas buenas si les damos un poco de ganas.

Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, youngin stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...

[Hook]
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood

I don't trust a motherfuckin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Bcuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot

[Hook]
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood

The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, b!tch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow ... You know not to do good now

[Hook]
In my hood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hood

Position of power - 50 Cent

No hay pretensiones de nada hoy, aparte de un poco de nostalgia, normal antes de subir al avión y empezar un nuevo tour sin force.
La fría mañana se lleva mejor con un buen piano y la otra bestia pretenciosa del hip-hop, que aunque no me haya convencido al principio, resulta que si hizo un buen disco después de todo, y como mis orejas ya son mas grandes, puedo apreciar con mejor puntería. Pero con la misma deseperante lentitud.
Gran tema, hoy es día de despedirse y también de conocerse. Ya veremos que sorpresas trae la vida más tarde...

Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha


[Bridge:]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya lip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip


[Verse 1:]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York, since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck some dick
My ma turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But Becky suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bong


[Chorus:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas more gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna


[Verse 2:]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, pirelli's on the Porsche chirpin', I make a move
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jewlers, so I can blow a stack


[Chorus:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas move gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

P.I.M.P. - 50 Cent

¿Quien se ha tomado todo el vino?
No fue una buena tarde ayer, pero la noche mejoró todo, los brazos de los amigos, la tertulia y la bohemia... y saber parar antes que sea demasiado tarde. Esos son los ingredientes.
Pero es dificil que logren joderme por mucho tiempo, siempre vuelvo, soy El Salmón, me gusta la contracorriente, si se pone muy bello, tengo que arruinarlo, si tiene un hermoso futuro, hay que ennegrecerlo.
Algo que si haré, y por eso lo dejo escrito, es tomar venganza con un poco más de inteligencia y menos sutileza, es decir, seguire esperando a que en el primer descuido, mis delgadas espaldas dejen de ser vulnerables, y mi cara produzca espanto. Lo haré por mi y por mis amigos, a los que este asunto ha jodido o perjudicado.
Solo hay que generar nuevos planes, lo mismo de siempre, no está tan mal pues tengo cabeza, y soy idiota, pero soy paciente.
A otra cosa.
Que negro más divertido, este es un temazo y me cae bien, porque vuelve la peligrosidad en un atributo, y al sexismo en un chiste gracioso.

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P.

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P.I.M.P.