Lyrics In My Hood - SPM

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