Bloody love SPM back in the day me n my brothers were robbing and running, with you know my name pumping through me headphones back in 03 04 05 somewhere then. Much love and respect to the SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
And I'm going live, liver than the rest I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test Up in Garza West, smokin on a skinny square Three more, and I believe I can get me there I'll be home soon, I promise that I be trippin cause know they say my daughter rap Seven years old (Carley:I'm eight now dad) they say she real cold She my muthafuckin life, for real though Lord knows that he got me here for a reason What it is, I dont know but your boy breathein They didn't kill me, so know them hoes gotta feel me I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby Last ten years, been a cold jungle In the streets sellin dope to my own Uncle Born thug, they goin to hate me 'till I'm bagged up In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed
I see people in decay, in the grave, some got betrayed on the broadway, doomsday came early, his face displayed the dismay, homie shot him in his face, he unloaded the whole case, let astray at a young age, mom's warned him, but he downplayed the danger, rejected the lord's way, family crying now, while he lying out in a box at the center isle, the pain is intensified as they lay the box down, homie slow down before you touchdown, no such thing as a rebound, don't be spellbound while you headed southbound
Woah im here looking for SPM beats in 2020 and I come across this one, which was the exact video i ripped the beat from for the first song me and my homeboy ever did together in like 2013. goddamn.
Mama dont cry everything will be alright im coming home soon ima have the pain in my hands n pray to god have u in my prayers everyday i pray that i come home to the same beatiful face but i didnt came home with a hateful mom she always against me now i pray for the better only for the best for me n her i did five years for a cold temproy murdera now im 17 years old on been home for soo long now i pray for my popz asking why he dont call anymore or show his fave around fuck it i guess ill see him when he dies thats the only fuckin time u see someone that was close to u but fuck it smoke everyday make sure my lungs colaspse when they do ima be a free man im the youngster young latin mexican from houstone tx 713 going down slaying crack rocks and that maryjane
Me and my brothers came straight from tha hood, my dad wasn’t there to give us no food. We had to live on our own, raise each other protect each other and back like no one else would, and watch each other’s sides just to make sure we got no rivals on sight. We lived together for a quite long time until one of my brothers got killed on a Murder run and we didn’t know who had done it so we said fuck the hood let’s run it! “Damn we went trough a lot just to be sad in a car lot missing the Brodies” x2 whole year passes me and my twin gone fuck up the scene drinking this lean to make us feel clean but yk how we coming with a Ak-49 to yo head ready to blast it, but who knew it was gone be the other way my Brodie got shot in the head with a .45 Damn “Damn we went through a lot just to be sad in a car lot missing the Brodie’s” x2.... I made this from the top of my head in 1 minute
This may be a bit off topic but my truck is throwing an oxygen sensor code but it's burning oil which destroyed the catalytic converter. It isn't worth getting those items repaired because of the oil consumption. It has leaky valve guide seals. Irs not a matter of replacing the seals only because the valve guides are worn excessively. It's not worth putting new heads on it because it has a bottom end knock at about 2500 revs you hear it loudly. A little at idle. Anyone here can maybe work on it for a small fee or point me in the right direction I'd appreciate. Thanks guys!
Una llamada me cambio el compa adrian ya no estaba en su canton y nose que vergas le paso lo agarraron y ahorra esta en el centro nose cuando salga pero aqui lo espero
Had the toys with no batteries in a hood full of casualties thinking how is this happening speakers banging and rattling poker games and with the family niggas switching and tattling thinking why is you mad at me I broke bread with you casually
One, two, buckle that fool He's fuckin' with me if he's fuckin' with you Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes Got two .44s, so I'm not home alone Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbin' the mic They bought me a used dirt bike A year later it was used to serve white Ghetto bird on top of us punk ass officers Mad 'cause my closet full of guns and nauticas Rockin' up duckies for fiends and junkies Got more cheese than Chuckies and get my weed from ugly's It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous So I left, I can't even write in cursive What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere And I'm goin' live, liver than the rest I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test Up in Garza west smokin' on a skinny square Three more and I believe I can get me there I'll be home soon, I promise that I be trippin' 'cause now they say my daughter rap Seven years old (I'm eight now, daddy) they say she real cold She my mutherfuckin' life, for real though Lord knows that he got me here for a reason What it is I don't know, but yo' boy breathin' They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me I been slangin' since I got kicked out of Milby Last ten years been a cold jungle In the streets sellin' dope to my own uncle Born thug they gon' hate me till I'm bagged up I'm my casket I'll probally still be handcuffed What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere I come from the slums, southside Houston Changed to Screwston the day Screw moved on And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him He was askin' for help but no one would listen Reminiscin' actin' like a fool at Roxy Jealous niggas lookin' but refuse to box me I don't blame 'em though, I would jump on stage and flow And holla, "Fuck the police and the radio" They can't stop me but certainly them hoes can try I started dope house back when I was smokin' fry In the penn I just wish I had one made I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid Just made mix-bread with roast beef Got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling My new song called pussy, weed and Burger King What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
Im just sitting in my truck not giving a fuck smoking a blunt since i was runt.thinking about my life like will i ever have a wife? settle down and stop the fight and finally get some sleep at night.the life that im livin you could say that im winning you can say that im killing while this rhymes you feeling.
hate to see RUclips's with a million comments sometimes it makes me wanna vommit , other times it makes me wanna act like ellot Rodger and comit violence, but its all good I just play my part like a violen is, playing Melody's in the background while the the singer is where the audience attention is, but I'm the voolen where the attention is missed making the beat into a funky mix ain't that about a bitch, but they say as long as your soul is humble your soul is rich,
-crime im takin' time/to let yall know i ain't forgot about u im a tru/even though we beefed on the block/im lettin' off my glock at them punk ass cops quick to drop/a dime on brothers & sisters livin' in the ghetto streets/houston is my heartbeat being gangsta is so neat spm we still fightin' for ya so stand tall on ya feet/we marchin' like hitler troops in 43 normandy/we breakin' u out to the sunshine so ya soul can be free SP one luv
MAN IM SO HIGH, I CANT COME DOWN, RIDIN THROUGH MY CITY, CRUISIN THROUGH MY TOWN, OLD SKOOL LEXUS LEATHER SEATS ALL BROWN, LOOKING FOR YO BITCH SHE LOST AND FOUND. YEAH IM SO FLY, LOOKIN SO CLEAN, BITCHES GO CRAZY WHEN A NIGGA HIT THE SCENE, SIPPIN ON SOME LEAN, SMOKING ON THIS WEED, IN A BLUE EXPEDITION HEADED TO THE BEACH. I AWREADY CAME DOWN, FLOWIN ON THE BEAT, I AINT A RAPPER SO ITS Z RO FOR THE FEAT. GREETINGZ FROM SACRAMENTO CITY OF DA TREES.
4 am in his room putting pen to the pad speaking all about his problems and the shit from the past how he turned out like his father facing time in the max or how he took after his mother always sad popping tabs
I'm known to push a slick Benz, to sip bomb liquor with my friends, to smoke up joints in my crib, I love this shit I get lit, they envy the way I live, nigga you childish go sip cheap liquor in your crib, while I sip cognac in my Benz
Real gangster but in my hood them hattas Had a true nba star he could’ve played for the lakers My cousin Isaiah he think I don’t know that I love that mf cus he rock with me cold I seen a crackhead I seen a ratchet chick And ima bastard so i know how to slap a bitch When the caine loads came that’s a bankroll I ain’t too fresh but I got a little change tho Pay me for the mission Mr brooks done got robbed I ain’t ever seen a winner cus I’m at a 9 to 5 Might just go to jail Might just go to hell My daddy dead my momma in a cell man what the hell foreal (Subscribe)
There I was locked up in Tarrant county. Wearin dat green jumpsuit da dayroom gettin rowdy. Doe I didn't care I'm writin raps sittin soundly. Stressin in dis bitch mane I'm stressin so profoundly. CO call ma name ay Ruiz you gta visit. Ma momma came too visit me & her we blowin kisses. Got da phone against ma face momma askin bout ma fitness. She sayin Mijo don't forget 2 write yo self wish list. Momma tired sleep deprived from work. I couldn't help for shit mane dat shit would hurt. Puttin her hand against da glass would make it even worse. There I was thinkin 2 myself ain't dis a curse. Prayin to God hopin I'm not involved ina riot. I pray to da lord but its as if he keeps quiet. Doe I still kept ma head up. No matter how much I was fed up. I believed in betta days & now I'm doin betta.
One, two, buckle that fool He's fuckin' with me if he's fuckin' with you Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes Got two .44s, so I'm not home alone Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbin' the mic They bought me a used dirt bike A year later it was used to serve white Ghetto bird on top of us punk ass officers Mad 'cause my closet full of guns and nauticas Rockin' up duckies for fiends and junkies Got more cheese than Chuckies and get my weed from ugly's It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous So I left, I can't even write in cursive What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere And I'm goin' live, liver than the rest I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test Up in Garza west smokin' on a skinny square Three more and I believe I can get me there I'll be home soon, I promise that I be trippin' 'cause now they say my daughter rap Seven years old (I'm eight now, daddy) they say she real cold She my mutherfuckin' life, for real though Lord knows that he got me here for a reason What it is I don't know, but yo' boy breathin' They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me I been slangin' since I got kicked out of Milby Last ten years been a cold jungle In the streets sellin' dope to my own uncle Born thug they gon' hate me till I'm bagged up I'm my casket I'll probally still be handcuffed What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere I come from the slums, southside Houston Changed to Screwston the day Screw moved on And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him He was askin' for help but no one would listen Reminiscin' actin' like a fool at Roxy Jealous niggas lookin' but refuse to box me I don't blame 'em though, I would jump on stage and flow And holla, "Fuck the police and the radio" They can't stop me but certainly them hoes can try I started dope house back when I was smokin' fry In the penn I just wish I had one made I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid Just made mix-bread with roast beef Got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling My new song called pussy, weed and Burger King What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere What do you see in my hood? I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
hate to see RUclips's with a million comments sometimes it makes me wanna vommit , other times it makes me wanna act like ellot Rodger and comit violence, but its all good I just play my part like a violen is, playing Melody's in the background while the the singer is where the audience attention is, but I'm the voolen where the attention is missed making the beat into a funky mix ain't that about a bitch, but they say as long as your soul is humble your soul is rich,
Bloody love SPM back in the day me n my brothers were robbing and running, with you know my name pumping through me headphones back in 03 04 05 somewhere then. Much love and respect to the SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
I remember when this album came out in October 3rd 2006 it was a long line to buy the CD at the music store good memories..
And I'm going live, liver than the rest
I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test
Up in Garza West, smokin on a skinny square
Three more, and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin cause know they say my daughter rap
Seven years old (Carley:I'm eight now dad) they say she real cold
She my muthafuckin life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is, I dont know but your boy breathein
They didn't kill me, so know them hoes gotta feel me
I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby
Last ten years, been a cold jungle
In the streets sellin dope to my own Uncle
Born thug, they goin to hate me 'till I'm bagged up
In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed
Thats cool. You copy and pasted you little bitch
@@jackmeza3945 no shit dumbass
dope instrumental
yo
You commented this when I was 10 years old
@@@@@@00/0@//0000@0/00@@@£∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆
Free spm and r.ip to all the victims in the game from every generation till the future ..
On God.
Smn
What is your set cuz
Respect
@@alanavila8760 dallas tx cuzz
Love your song bro...and the production is💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🌀
I see people in decay, in the grave, some got betrayed on the broadway, doomsday came early, his face displayed the dismay, homie shot him in his face, he unloaded the whole case, let astray at a young age, mom's warned him, but he downplayed the danger, rejected the lord's way, family crying now, while he lying out in a box at the center isle, the pain is intensified as they lay the box down, homie slow down before you touchdown, no such thing as a rebound, don't be spellbound while you headed southbound
Woah im here looking for SPM beats in 2020 and I come across this one, which was the exact video i ripped the beat from for the first song me and my homeboy ever did together in like 2013. goddamn.
free spm
thanks
Mama dont cry everything will be alright im coming home soon ima have the pain in my hands n pray to god have u in my prayers everyday i pray that i come home to the same beatiful face but i didnt came home with a hateful mom she always against me now i pray for the better only for the best for me n her i did five years for a cold temproy murdera now im 17 years old on been home for soo long now i pray for my popz asking why he dont call anymore or show his fave around fuck it i guess ill see him when he dies thats the only fuckin time u see someone that was close to u but fuck it smoke everyday make sure my lungs colaspse when they do ima be a free man im the youngster young latin mexican from houstone tx 713 going down slaying crack rocks and that maryjane
Anthony Reyes i fw that heavy
Me and my brothers came straight from tha hood, my dad wasn’t there to give us no food. We had to live on our own, raise each other protect each other and back like no one else would, and watch each other’s sides just to make sure we got no rivals on sight. We lived together for a quite long time until one of my brothers got killed on a Murder run and we didn’t know who had done it so we said fuck the hood let’s run it! “Damn we went trough a lot just to be sad in a car lot missing the Brodies” x2 whole year passes me and my twin gone fuck up the scene drinking this lean to make us feel clean but yk how we coming with a Ak-49 to yo head ready to blast it, but who knew it was gone be the other way my Brodie got shot in the head with a .45 Damn “Damn we went through a lot just to be sad in a car lot missing the Brodie’s” x2.... I made this from the top of my head in 1 minute
Word, tite
Damian wrecked it!
Damn man your bars are tight! I'd bump some shit like that.
💯
💿
This may be a bit off topic but my truck is throwing an oxygen sensor code but it's burning oil which destroyed the catalytic converter. It isn't worth getting those items repaired because of the oil consumption. It has leaky valve guide seals. Irs not a matter of replacing the seals only because the valve guides are worn excessively. It's not worth putting new heads on it because it has a bottom end knock at about 2500 revs you hear it loudly. A little at idle. Anyone here can maybe work on it for a small fee or point me in the right direction I'd appreciate. Thanks guys!
Free the real gangsta
sick ass beat :)
Yosef nice
Can anyone tell me the instruments used for this song?
Una llamada me cambio el compa adrian ya no estaba en su canton y nose que vergas le paso lo agarraron y ahorra esta en el centro nose cuando salga pero aqui lo espero
Had the toys with no batteries in a hood full of casualties thinking how is this happening speakers banging and rattling poker games and with the family niggas switching and tattling thinking why is you mad at me I broke bread with you casually
I was 14 when homie showed me.$Omaha,Ne
Good song.cus we used to have the 4-track back in the day. Bout 500+ songs..
Making things happen.........like a Captain!!
ONE... TWO...
can i use this as a background music?
Da baby all over this 🍼
In my hood everything aint all good
In my hood still Jammin to hillwood
In my hood jus wishin i can make it out
My hood is known as the dirty South
One, two, buckle that fool
He's fuckin' with me if he's fuckin' with you
Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two .44s, so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbin' the mic
They bought me a used dirt bike
A year later it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us punk ass officers
Mad 'cause my closet full of guns and nauticas
Rockin' up duckies for fiends and junkies
Got more cheese than Chuckies and get my weed from ugly's
It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy
That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money
Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous
So I left, I can't even write in cursive
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
And I'm goin' live, liver than the rest
I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test
Up in Garza west smokin' on a skinny square
Three more and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin' 'cause now they say my daughter rap
Seven years old (I'm eight now, daddy) they say she real cold
She my mutherfuckin' life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is I don't know, but yo' boy breathin'
They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me
I been slangin' since I got kicked out of Milby
Last ten years been a cold jungle
In the streets sellin' dope to my own uncle
Born thug they gon' hate me till I'm bagged up
I'm my casket I'll probally still be handcuffed
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
I come from the slums, southside Houston
Changed to Screwston the day Screw moved on
And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him
He was askin' for help but no one would listen
Reminiscin' actin' like a fool at Roxy
Jealous niggas lookin' but refuse to box me
I don't blame 'em though, I would jump on stage and flow
And holla, "Fuck the police and the radio"
They can't stop me but certainly them hoes can try
I started dope house back when I was smokin' fry
In the penn I just wish I had one made
I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid
Just made mix-bread with roast beef
Got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth
On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling
My new song called pussy, weed and Burger King
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
I'm here for the Narcorap song from the Gulf Cartel "Soldado Regenerado" by Lirik Dog ft 5050 Flow Malandro
Who made this beat?
4:30
can I use it
They dont own it g
No buy beats
tomorrrow. i have to break m myself .. . b 4 i wreck myself. just 2 check on myself
Anybody freestyle this song or
Im just sitting in my truck not giving a fuck smoking a blunt since i was runt.thinking about my life like will i ever have a wife? settle down and stop the fight and finally get some sleep at night.the life that im livin you could say that im winning you can say that im killing while this rhymes you feeling.
hate to see RUclips's with a million comments sometimes it makes me wanna vommit , other times it makes me wanna act like ellot Rodger and comit violence, but its all good I just play my part like a violen is, playing Melody's in the background while the the singer is where the audience attention is, but I'm the voolen where the attention is missed making the beat into a funky mix ain't that about a bitch, but they say as long as your soul is humble your soul is rich,
Wise words Hg wells
Alguien sabe si se puede usar la instrumental ! Daré créditos !!!
Si puede pero no puede ser utilizado para obtener ganancias monetarias
-crime im takin' time/to let yall know i ain't forgot about u im a tru/even though we beefed on the block/im lettin' off my glock at them punk ass cops quick to drop/a dime on brothers & sisters livin' in the ghetto streets/houston is my heartbeat being gangsta is so neat spm we still fightin' for ya so stand tall on ya feet/we marchin' like hitler troops in 43 normandy/we breakin' u out to the sunshine so ya soul can be free SP one luv
MAN IM SO HIGH, I CANT COME DOWN, RIDIN THROUGH MY CITY, CRUISIN THROUGH MY TOWN, OLD SKOOL LEXUS LEATHER SEATS ALL BROWN, LOOKING FOR YO BITCH SHE LOST AND FOUND.
YEAH IM SO FLY, LOOKIN SO CLEAN, BITCHES GO CRAZY WHEN A NIGGA HIT THE SCENE, SIPPIN ON SOME LEAN, SMOKING ON THIS WEED, IN A BLUE EXPEDITION HEADED TO THE BEACH. I AWREADY CAME DOWN, FLOWIN ON THE BEAT, I AINT A RAPPER SO ITS Z RO FOR THE FEAT. GREETINGZ FROM SACRAMENTO CITY OF DA TREES.
Biggie song calaveras Punk CD
gs up
h town
shit
Y did he do it no no no no
4 am in his room putting pen to the pad speaking all about his problems and the shit from the past how he turned out like his father facing time in the max or how he took after his mother always sad popping tabs
what do u see in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere
Music by One Way " It's You"
solo tomo los acordes principales, pero la original esta del culo. no tiene ese sentimiento llegador como este beat.
I'm known to push a slick Benz, to sip bomb liquor with my friends, to smoke up joints in my crib, I love this shit I get lit, they envy the way I live, nigga you childish go sip cheap liquor in your crib, while I sip cognac in my Benz
5 cent raised picking up bottels at the beach
niccas really commenting freestyles.....
Real gangster but in my hood them hattas
Had a true nba star he could’ve played for the lakers
My cousin Isaiah
he think I don’t know
that I love that mf cus he rock with me cold
I seen a crackhead
I seen a ratchet chick
And ima bastard so i know how to slap a bitch
When the caine loads came that’s a bankroll
I ain’t too fresh but I got a little change tho
Pay me for the mission
Mr brooks done got robbed
I ain’t ever seen a winner cus I’m at a 9 to 5
Might just go to jail
Might just go to hell
My daddy dead my momma in a cell man what the hell foreal
(Subscribe)
There I was locked up in Tarrant county.
Wearin dat green jumpsuit da dayroom gettin rowdy.
Doe I didn't care I'm writin raps sittin soundly.
Stressin in dis bitch mane I'm stressin so profoundly.
CO call ma name ay Ruiz you gta visit.
Ma momma came too visit me & her we blowin kisses.
Got da phone against ma face momma askin bout ma fitness.
She sayin Mijo don't forget 2 write yo self wish list.
Momma tired sleep deprived from work.
I couldn't help for shit mane dat shit would hurt.
Puttin her hand against da glass would make it even worse.
There I was thinkin 2 myself ain't dis a curse.
Prayin to God hopin I'm not involved ina riot.
I pray to da lord but its as if he keeps quiet.
Doe I still kept ma head up.
No matter how much I was fed up.
I believed in betta days & now I'm doin betta.
I can rap to this shit
same
Is he locked up?
Está preso?
Si
Who thinks SPM is guilty of the crime he's in prison for?
Mexican pooto
Begone with your weak ass hate bitch.
You stupid
Que trais ese
p
One, two, buckle that fool
He's fuckin' with me if he's fuckin' with you
Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two .44s, so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbin' the mic
They bought me a used dirt bike
A year later it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us punk ass officers
Mad 'cause my closet full of guns and nauticas
Rockin' up duckies for fiends and junkies
Got more cheese than Chuckies and get my weed from ugly's
It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy
That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money
Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous
So I left, I can't even write in cursive
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
And I'm goin' live, liver than the rest
I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test
Up in Garza west smokin' on a skinny square
Three more and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin' 'cause now they say my daughter rap
Seven years old (I'm eight now, daddy) they say she real cold
She my mutherfuckin' life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is I don't know, but yo' boy breathin'
They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me
I been slangin' since I got kicked out of Milby
Last ten years been a cold jungle
In the streets sellin' dope to my own uncle
Born thug they gon' hate me till I'm bagged up
I'm my casket I'll probally still be handcuffed
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
I come from the slums, southside Houston
Changed to Screwston the day Screw moved on
And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him
He was askin' for help but no one would listen
Reminiscin' actin' like a fool at Roxy
Jealous niggas lookin' but refuse to box me
I don't blame 'em though, I would jump on stage and flow
And holla, "Fuck the police and the radio"
They can't stop me but certainly them hoes can try
I started dope house back when I was smokin' fry
In the penn I just wish I had one made
I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid
Just made mix-bread with roast beef
Got my boy pullin' meat out his gold teeth
On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling
My new song called pussy, weed and Burger King
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
hate to see RUclips's with a million comments sometimes it makes me wanna vommit , other times it makes me wanna act like ellot Rodger and comit violence, but its all good I just play my part like a violen is, playing Melody's in the background while the the singer is where the audience attention is, but I'm the voolen where the attention is missed making the beat into a funky mix ain't that about a bitch, but they say as long as your soul is humble your soul is rich,