Lyrics In My Hood - Remix - SPM

One, two buckle that fool he's fucking with me if fucking with you,
Yeah wood to my bones, to my chromosomes got two forty-fours so im not home alone,
Push your pencil like a stone on a saturday night, i choke a hoe from my toad like im grabbing the mic,
They bought me i used dirt bike a year later it was used to serve white(cocaine)
, Get a bird on top of us, punk ass officers mad cause my closet full of guns and knives
, Rocking with duckies, for fiends and junkies got more cheese than chuck e's and get my weed from uglies
, Its all lucky just bought a pit bull puppy, thats garanteed to make me a shit full of money
Man i just couldnt study in school i was nervous so i left, i cant 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 im going live, liver than the rest i told my mom while im locked take it as a test,
Up in garza west, smoking on a skinny square, three more and i believe i can get me there
, Ill be home soon i promise that, i be trippin cause now the say my daughter raps
, Seven years old (im eight now dad) they say she real cold, she motherfucking life, for real tho
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason, what it is i dont know but your boy breathing
, They didnt kill me, so now these hoes gotta feel me, ive been slanging scince i got kicked out of milby
, Last ten years been a cold jungle, in the streets selling dope to my own uncle
, Born thug they gon hate me till im bagged up, in my casket ill probably still be hancuffed
What do you see in my hood, i see gamgsters 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
, Remanicin acting like a fool at roxy, jealous niggas looking but refuse to box me
, I dont blame them tho, i would jump on stage and flow, and holla fuck the police in the radio
, They cant stop me but certainly them hoes could try, i started dope house back when i was smoking fried
, In the pen i just wish i had one mate, i swead to god these hoes hate to see us paid
, Just made big spread, with roast beef, got my boy pulling weed out his gold teeth
, On the mic i destroy any other link, 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.