In da Hood
Chillin' in my pad
Just wantin' drugs soo bad
The feeling when you stick it in my arm
I know it can cause harm 
But yo straight up

Tonight in da club
We will drink lots of Bub
Dancin' on them ladies
Makes me want to have babies
But yo straight up

On da street
My gang gets beat
It is a scary place
I hope i don't get sprayed with Mase
But yo straight up

This is my life
I always have to carry a knife
Personally there's nothing better 
That is why i am writting you this letter
But yo straight up

"In da Hood" © 2004 Erica - Posted Thursday, July 01, 2004.

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