Spit sum rhymez,now u thinkin that u got yoself a deal/
Bitch plz u a fake ,leave the game n im fo real
u dont kno how it is to be trippin over the yellow tape
recieve the newz every day sum youngin jus got rape
u sold sum gramz u did a jig now u believin u part of a crew
then u get yo ass jumped n then u be trippin bitch that suckz to be u
hoez pushin they shit in my face thinkin they can walk ova me
then i fuck em up ,leave em' in a casket sign the funeral history,
u be cryin n be pleadin when u get banged,how can this be
this is the hood bitch,hustlin n strugglin,open up yo eyes n then u will see
thoz who live this life kno where im commin from,
thoz who think they kno it ,keep chokin on da cum
