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In My Hood

[SPM]

One, Two buckle that fool

He's Fuckin with me, if he's Fuckin with you

Yeah, wood to my bones, to my chromosomes

Got two forty-fours so I'm not home alone

Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night

I choke a hoe from my toad, like I'm grabbin the Mic'

They bought me a used Dirt Bike

A year later, it was used to serve white

Get a bird on top of us, punk ass officers

Mad, cause my closet full of guns and kniveses

Rockin with duckies, for fiends and junkees

Got more cheese than Chuck E's, and get my weed from uglies

It's all lucky, just bought a Pitbull puppy

Its guaranteed to make me a shit full of money

Man I just couldn't settle in school, I was nervous

So I left, I cant even write in cursive

[Chorus 2x]

Wat do you see, in my hood

I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

[SPM]

And I'm going live, liver than the rest

I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test

Up in Garza West, Smockin on that Skidney Square

Three more, and I believe I can get me there

I'll be home soon, I promise that

I be trippin cause know they say my daughter rap

Seven years old (Carley:I'm eight now dad) they say she real cold

She my muthafuckin life, for real though

Lord knows that he got me here for a reason

Wat it is, I dont know but your boy breathein

It didnt kill me, so know the hoes gotta feel me

I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby

Last ten years, been a cold jungle

In the streets sellin dope to my own Uncle

Born thug, they goin to hate me 'till I'm bagged up

In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed

[Chorus 2x]

[SPM]

I come from the Slums, South Side Houstone

Changed to Screwstone, the day Screw moved on

And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him

He was askin' for help, but no one would listen

Remanicin, actin like a fool at Roxy, jelouse niggaz lookin but refused to

box me

I don't blame them though, I would jump on stage and flow

And holla fuck the police in the radio

They can't stop me, but certainly them hoes could try

I started Dope House, back when I was Forcken-fry

In the pen, wish I had one mate

I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid

Just made big spread, with roast beef

Got ma boy pullin weed, out his gold teeth

On the Mic' I destroy any other meat

My new song called pussy, weed, and Burger King

[Chorus 2x]

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