In My Hood

One, two, buckle that fool

He's fucking with me if he's fucking 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 ho for my dough, 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's full of guns and nauticas

Rocking them duckies for fiends and junkies

Got more cheese than Chucky's and get my weed from uglies

It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy

That's guaranteed to make me a shitful 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 gangsters everywhere, everywhere

What do you see in my hood?

I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere

And I'm going live, liver than the rest

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

Up in Gaza West, smoking on the skinny square

Three more and I believe I can get me there

I'll be home soon, I promise that

I be tripping 'cause now they say my daughter rap

Seven years old (I'm eight now dad)

They say she's real cold

She my motherfucking life, for real though

Lord knows that He got me here for a reason

What it is, I don't know, but your boy breathing

They didn't kill me, so now them hoes gotta feel me

I been slinging since I got kicked outta Millby

Last ten years been a cold jungle

In the streets selling dope to my own uncle

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

In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed

What do you see in my hood?

I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere

What do you see in my hood?

I see gangsters 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 asking for help but no one would listen

Reminiscing, acting like a fool at Roxy

Jealous **** looking but refused to box me

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

And holler, "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 smoking fry

In the pen, I just wish I had one maid

I swear to God, these hoes hate to see us paid

Just made this spread with roast beef

Got my boy pulling meat out his gold teeth

On the mic, I destroy any underling

My new song called Pussy, Weed, and Burger King

What do you see in my hood?

I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere

What do you see in my hood?

I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere