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In My Hood 218
- intro
- fuck GD, fuck native mob, and guess what fuck vice lords, fuckin faggots,
- one, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
- yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,
- take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,
- they bought me a used Cadillac,a year later it was used to blast blacks,
- im happy im livin, but stayin in the ghetto, with no one too follow, makes me wonder if im really livin,
- chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,
- while living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,
- man i skip, school everyday, never learned a thing except how to run away,
- hook
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- and i wanna live, get rich, fuck a bitch, maybebe have some kids, i just wanna leave so i can be somethin more than me,
- leave home, skip prison, and ill always be free, all i gotta say is fuck ghetto livin,
- ill be gone soon, i promise that, i told god i have enough skills to make it in rap,
- 15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,
- god knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,
- i hate it but i gotta keep goin, god comes to me in dreams sayin i gotta stay breathin,
- last couple years been a straight struggle, hoppin over hurdles like depression, and a lack of money leavin me in a cold dark recession,
- not a gangsta nor a faggot, but im a cool nigga so you can call me a chick magnet, get bitches with a snap of my finger like its a damn magic trick,
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- i come from cloquet, a little town in minnesota, drowning in drugs and money, but im still sitting here sober and poor, fuck,
- ill never join the faggots of this place, not for money weed, not even for family, ill always be the one screamin fuck you faggots,
- bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,
- im still reminiscin, the days when i was high everyday before school and after, smokin joints with bitches i was fuckin and kissin,
- im not angry, though a little aggravated but im still holdin on to the fire within,
- no one can stop me, never goin away cuz im always gonna be free, so why dont i just leave and fly away,
- committing crimes, but never been to court, never see the prison walls from the inside for reals,
- i cant believe, im still alive, all these years on the street but im able to survive,
- on the mic i spit, shit thats desired, got signed but the other day i was told that i got fired,
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- what do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,
- fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.
- 218 bitch.
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