Iight this is wat goes down in my hood.

In the streets of Portland Maine//
There be gangstas,playas,and dogs tied up in chains//
If you ever come `round here u betta bring bullet-proof vest//
Before the gangstas but a hole in ur chest//
Drugies behind the houses sellin marijuana//
While dem rich fools in der house listenin to Nirvana//
Playas on da porches watchin da ladies go by//
Tryna impress the gurls and tryna be fly//
All dem tied up dogs be barkin as u roll by the house//
Ready to chase after u like a mouse//
While everyone has a different life//
My life is bein critized...just like bein stabbed by a knife.



NEXT PERSON SAY THEIR HOOD

yo my philadelphia hood aint all good/
mutherfuckers scared likt they let go suge*/
and we smashin on cats that sweet like j boog/

all we do is rap bust gats and sell crack/
and attack any wack mutherfucker wit a mac/
we stay strapped, and peel caps on contac/

in my hood we carry eagles wit red lasers/
spinnin necks off like they head was turntables/
everything philly cats spit aint fables/
unless they got a white cat on both sides as neighbors/

mutherfuckers dont wanna come on my block/
where crazy mutherfcukers carry glocks/
and slang coke rocks inside socks/

im reppin 215 till i die/
and if im gonna die sum where else, im goin outside to bury my self alive/
when guns go off you hit the ground and hide/
cus in philly when you hear them sirens sum1 lost they lives/

thats philly

next rapper spit ya hood