This is a song about "Murder in my hood"

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I don't live in the hood

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm chillin' in this hood

But the hood was always in my heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I plot my murder steady