Ayo when u b in the ghetto u can never settle//
We bump hiphop dawg none of that heavy metal//
U don't wanna b a snitch in the hood itz crucial//
Choose your side wisely it isn't good 2 b neutral//
Fake thugs easy 2 tell cause they claim they real//
Till some real beef pops up or they see they steal//
Real niggaz b there when eveything starts 2 pop off//
Handle their business tatz how u kno they not soft//
Weed, coke on the corners c niggaz smoking indo//
Whips wit stereo systems loud enuff 2 crack windows//
Shawties b dumb thick talk alot gettin on your nerves//
Not all all shawties in the hood r all considered byrds//
Smart shawties tryin 2 get out 2 improve their lives//
But get dragged down by hood niggaz always tellin lies//
Talkin bout they love u baby but he might b scheming//
2 go fuck her best friend 2nite cause he prolly cheating//
When the police comes around peeps run & scatter//
Whether they did somethin or not it doesn't matter//
The hood is somethin u gotta love & all tat shits fact//
Where u hear all those stupid rumors & that chitchat//
Everybody & their mother kno about everythin goin down//
Which shawty tat niggaz messin wit when he outta town//

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Holla at me when u stop writing rhymes wit dictionaries shit is dead