By (I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood) I Murder One Of
(I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood) I Murder One Of
see my dog people in grief So it's law I bring the same pain to your peeps I'm dressed to kill: black-hooded, black souljas and 'Bauds When I spot ya I
hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick, but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin
underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP) (And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
death upon me, I'm still struggling And I can't understand why so many mommas gotta raise a man on their own Cause where I'm from this ain't the way God
I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
Big Syke] My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol
another DUI I led a Thug Life heartless hustler just cause I fucked don't mean I trust her now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep so i'm mobbin' to tha
I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job So I resort to
Now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby
streets No reason, for nobody's momma to cry See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums
wasn't sucka free Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggaz in protective custody I guess they heard that I got them birds Thought I was a nerd 'til I
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga,
stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell
marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did
long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless