sittin in the traila park,watchin outside as its gettin dark
noin u gotta keep goin cus succes aint very far,
im tryin not to break down and lose my image as a thug,
but their aint gettin out of this fukin hole i dug,
with nowhere to go i turn to my crew,
cuz every time we put our heads together we always make through,its hard sittin here tryin to come up with some raps,when im beatin people down with wooden baseball bats,
now people think its cool to live the ganster life,
not noin how it feels to be ambushed and stabbed with a knife,
cuz in the hood there aint no room for the weak,
now that you hear whats its like it aint as fun as u think,


ok now its over,what the fuk did i just say,
im from the hood and i wouldnt want it any other way,
so for all them pussy bitches in the past that ive tried,
im still talkin shit and i still aint died,
the hood is a place u go to here cop sirens,
but ya better hit the floor if u here guns firin,
and no im not afraid to say fuck you to a cop,
cuz theres alot of fuckin fences out there i still aint hopped,
yeah im 16 and u can find me in bars,
and dont be surprised if i take off in a stolen car,
so the hood is a place where i could never fail,
and in couple years you can find me ill probably be fresh out of jail
now done im finished with this spit,
so ill let you people get in touch with some fly gangsta shit