YO....GOT TO BE FROM THE HOOD......TO BE HOOD....NONE OF THAT WACK ASS FAKE BULL SHIT......GOT TO HAVE THAT FO REAL FO REAL........

(WAIT TILL BEAT KICKS)

i be at the gas station
nigga in black jeans and slippers
holding a 2liter sprite and skittles
would have been a G in my robe
but i ain't want to emmbarrase no niggas
have pissed off, cause gooby baby
is a little bit bigger
head home, gear on
head out, to get some
some of that good life
hood felt so right
till gats got fired
nines got tired
coast clear come out
till the goons creep by
and they drive on by
windows down
guns sticking outside
cap blast, shoot back
another night gangsta
if you piss in your pants
you ain't nothing but a wangsta
gutta mouth thank ya
hate my mouth, think ya
need to watch yours
before you get dropped
quiet not ain't ya?????
so hood, pants below my waiste
im the best batter in the out field
practically sneak to first base
other niggas can't see
can't bleed me
never bite that hand that feed me
mama of the hood, dear mama
thank you for the concieve of me
southside VA, south SC
hint hint G's, south side be the best see
hoodie stays on, cover on my head
cause my eyes so gone, it looks like im dead
birds fly high, hell naw, they just fled
shots to the air, pigeons full of hot led
books in the house, ain't none been read
cept the story of the life
of that gangsta in the fight
of his life, in the hood, you can get
stabbed by knives
busty baby's tend to cry
till that thug brings the sunshine to they life
wife beaters, iced out watches
no time for the snitchs and squallers
be gone, mother fuckers
no getting love thugers
can't hold a job, mickie d grubbers
ain't hood, ain't good, really should
move to the gated communitites
cause you ain't that bladder hold
you got too many purities
to be so HOOD

*ME ME ON THE SOUTH SIDE, THATS WHERE GETS IT*