[SPM]
One, Two buckle that fool
He's Fuckin with me, if he's Fuckin with you
Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two forty-fo's so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a ho for my dough, like I'm grabbin the Mic'
They bought me a used Dirt Bike
A year later, it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us, punk ass officers
Mad, cause my closet full of guns and Nauticas
Rockin up duckies, for fiends and junkees
Got more cheese than Chuck E's, and get my weed from uglies
It's all lovely, just bought a Pitbull puppy
Its guaranteed to make me a shit full of money
Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous
So I left, I can't even write in cursive

[Hook]
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

[SPM]
And I'm going live, liver than the rest
I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test
Up in Garza West, smokin on a skinny square
Three more, and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin cause know they say my daughter rap
Seven years old (Carley:I'm eight now dad) they say she real cold
She my muthafuckin life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is, I dont know but your boy breathein
They didn't kill me, so know them hoes gotta feel me
I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby
Last ten years, been a cold jungle
In the streets sellin dope to my own Uncle
Born thug, they goin to hate me 'till I'm bagged up
In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed

[Hook]
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

[SPM]
I come from the Slums, South Side Houstone
Changed to Screwstone, the day Screw moved on
And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him
He was askin' for help, but no one would listen
Reminiscin', actin like a fool at Roxy
Jealous n***as lookin but refused to box me
I don't blame them though, I would jump on stage and flow
And holla fuck the police on the radio
They can't stop me, but certainly them hoes could try
I started Dope House, back when I was smokin fry
In the pen, I just wish I had one mate
I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid
Just made big spread, with roast beef
Got ma boy pullin weed, out his gold teeth
On the mic I destroy any earthling
My new song called pussy, weed, and Burger King
[Hook]
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere