In My Hood

One, two, buckle that fool He's fuckin' with me if he's fuckin' with you Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes Got two .44s, so I'm not home alone Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbin' the mic They bought me a used dirt bike A year later it was used to serve white Ghetto bird on top of us punk ass officers Mad 'cause my closet full of guns and nauticas Rockin' up duckies for fiends and junkies Got more cheese than Chuckies and get my weed from ugly's It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous So I left, I can't even write in cursive What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere And I'm goin' live, liver than the rest I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test Up in Garza west smokin' on a skinny square Three more and I believe I can get me there I'll be home soon, I promise that I be trippin' 'cause now they say my daughter rap Seven years old (I'm eight now, daddy) they say she real cold She my mutherfuckin' life, for real though Lord knows that he got me here for a reason What it is I don't know, but yo' boy breathin' They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me I been slangin' 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 gon' hate me till I'm bagged up I'm my casket I'll probally still be handcuffed What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere I come from the slums, southside Houston Changed to Screwston 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 Reminiscin' actin' like a fool at Roxy Jealous niggas lookin' but refuse to box me I don't blame 'em though, I would jump on stage and flow And holla, "Fuck the police and the radio" They can't stop me but certainly them hoes can try I started dope house back when I was smokin' fry In the penn I just wish I had one made I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid Just made mix-bread with roast beef Got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling My new song called pussy, weed and Burger King What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere