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"In My Hood"

[Verse 1:]
1, 2 buckle that fool he's fuckin' With me if he's fuckin' you
Hillwood to my bones to my chromosomes, got 2 44's so I'm not home alone
Pushing pencil like a stone on a Saturday night, I choke a ho from her throat 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 & Nauticas
Rocking up duckies, for fiends and junkies, got more cheese than Chuckie's and get my weed from Uglies
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 [x2]

[Verse 2:]
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, 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
7 years old (I'm 8 now dad), they say she real cold
She my muthafuckin 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 hos 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 probably still be handcuffed

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
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
Reminiscin' acting like a fool at Roxy
Jealous niggas looking but refused 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 hos could 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 hos hate to see us paid
Just made mixed bread with roast beef, got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth
On the mic I destroy any earthling, my new song called "pussy meat in Burger King"

[Chorus x2]

[Thanks to Mo Murderah for correcting these lyrics]

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