This is a song about "In my hood"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I don't live in the hood

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,