Conejo - I Get Hood lyrics

Check this out homie, I just caught ah couple acres in hell Where I'ma built my fortress, yeah, that's right I get hood, in this West Side hell From the high power streets to the county jail Clock dough, this ah mystic series Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me I get hood, I'm the n to the throne War page on my face drugged up in the zone My car beat, ese like ah drummer El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer I get hood on this foo's cus they fragile and lame Fire shot's at they dome someone pick up their brains From the ground, before they try to trace you You know how they do the f**ing pigs wanna take you I'm ah prisoner of d** so don't hate on the cypher I'm in the spot light they wanna make me ah lifer Ah rider, I can do in you foul Land lord in the game I'm evicting you now Ese moving independent homie just hear my music Youngest got my back got ah problem diffuse it I'm ah nuisance, keep it G all the way The joke's on you, you's about to get sprayed I went from nothing to something, C Mac is in town Pa** the 40 and the blunt that's how I get down Murder raps, that could put you in line Your life's in decline ese meet this 9 I get hood, in this West Side hell From the high power streets to the county jail Clock dough, this ah mystic series Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me I get hood, I'm the n to the throne War page on my face drugged up in the zone My car beat, ese like ah drummer El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer Take ah look at my grunch chopping lines on the table I was born in this city, at the queen of angels From the calles, of l o s My criminal conscious, is never suppressed None the less, I let ah hoe be ah hoe If the b**h get stupid then she get filled with holes My blood's thicker, than the water you drink I f** with your mind till your a** need ah shrink The drama real, and they getting inpatient Watching them watching us f** ah deep cover agent We live by the rules the rules made by the mobsters Assa**in making money making trouble who shot ya C Rock I got you, another foo in the morgue Ese homicide av midnight k**ings in mall My nuts hang, to the floor no doubt Ain't no s**as in the zone I put ah curfew out I get hood, in this West Side hell From the high power streets to the county jail Clock dough, this ah mystic series Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me I get hood, I'm the n to the throne War page on my face drugged up in the zone My car beat, ese like ah drummer El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer Shout out to Big Duke from the Psycho Realm What's up homeboy