Death Represent My Hood

[Intro: Demon talking]
I wonder. How many of you fools it is that don't believe in ghosts. For most have never seen a supernatural. But demons dwell where you sell your crack. And also where you pimp your hoes. And those that are down to kill for their sets are possessed by G's from the depths. Rivals of the blessed

[Verse One]
(Can you feel anything huh?
I hope you can't move anything you fool)
Blood drips out of my body onto the concrete
Heat, feeling numbness in hands and my feet
It's then I realize that I'm (paralyzed)
Struck in the spine by a bullet from a nine
(Aye nigga can you hear me?)
I'm trying to explain to my dawgs what happened
But demons are muffling me words and I'm lacking
(Breath, hardly any life left)
In this crippled up shell of mine
And evil is trying to mack me to make me die
(C'mon baby it's cool if you stay up on this earth
Ain't none of your bodily functional shit gon' work
In that wheelchair)
Staring jealous at motherfuckers, just mad cause you limp
So release your soul to me
(Ho)
Forget being an O.G
(And let me pimp you for eternity)

[Hook]
Death represents my hood
Nigga that ain't no Tale From The Hood
You should've claimed that other hood on top
Now you represent burning flesh never sleep non stop cause a
Death represents my hood
Nigga who you gon' tell from the hood?
That I'm
Set tripping
On those soul tripping
Skipping into depths of darkness

[Verse Two]
Cover up the sky
With the evil black misty fear
I got her looking like the Exorcist
I hear screams
Seems that somebody's fucked up critical
In I.C.U. dying too slow
So I lay in the cut of the room
With the demon hoo banging homies of doom
Now what happened was a knife wound game violence that night
In the cemetery scary
Wasn't no virals in sight of the shanking
Unusual holes in the grave so they thinking vandalism
Not believing in zombies scandalism
I know it was
Had nothing to do with Blood or Cuz
I was there, wasn't no witnesses on this stroll
When we was out soul jacking in the cold
Lot of daddies labeled as a "gangsta"
Thanks to, supernatural hoods like we
Creep on that ass nicely

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
(Ain't nothing going on but the rent
So get the fuck up out my house since your money's spent)
Shit, I've been slaving and hustling for my bitch
And ain't no way up in this world I gonna let her talk to me foul
(Meanwhile, I)
Keep my cool
From violence, silence in the night
Suddenly I feel a presence in my room
Fright overcomes me
Four images up in my sight are coming towards me
(Now you have no control of your body)
Possessed by one, the other three holding
Held, hurt while I stabbed into her while her body turns cold
As the tragedy unfolds I fly
But nowhere to go
Did not have a white Bronco to shake the spot
And I'm losing my mind literally
Cause I shot myself with my Tec in the head
But why didn't I die?
Cause now you living dead
And a...

[Hook]