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.