[Verse 1:] I'm from, where fake niggaz turn they back quick Hoe's tricking on a mattress Soft spots in your heart get you caskets Lil homies gettin rich off a mad bricks I elway all the petty bullshit when I'm high And family only come around when a nigga die, die When it rain they say god cry The snitches on the stand tellin d.a's lies Material girls in gambling spots In need a cash, ready to pop Killers plot if they get the drop You get caught slippin like it or not
[Chorus: x2] She young and hoeing that's the hood for you Back writing that's the hood for you Back stabbers that's the hood for you Niggaz dieing that's the hood for you
[Verse 2:] Strap gotta double barrel mechanism Hoe's naked in the crib, eatinism My best freind turned his back on me, damn It felt like a butcher knife stabbing on me As I journey through the hood all I see is pain Go to my momma house I hope them shots don't rain I need to get a grip in everything in life now Driving ciroced out with the 40 cal But today was a good day like ice cube My little homie passed away I'm getting tatooed Dutch masters vanilla that's the hood for you Shawty ass got fatter that's the hood for you