I'm from the Backwoods, where Backwoods is rolled to dust/ Lost jump shots and written's, they fell victim to dust/ I don't know how them Niggas was living they had dreams just like us/ No smiles 'round here, shit the ice cream man don't like us/ From where Niggaz don't pull they guns if they ain't gon' buss/ And niggaz be cakin' off them county's lookin' like Franco bucks*/ Was an observant young cub in the junglest hood/ Cops pull you over and throw you on top of your hood/ Where boys hop out, black tees, big ass ratchies/ And the last thing they pulling out, gon be the badge G/ Ain't no Maybachs, catch a money nigga tinted in a taxi/ Run 'em down in the street Nigga, nothing is tax free/ Biggest Nigga, but we found out the Nigga was maxi**/ Snatched his earrings, soaked 'em good, and copped a watch to match it/ Just as ghetto on these blocks as you've ever imagined/ Sure Shot, street scholar got them veteran passes/ Feel the Kush hit your chest like them veteran passes/ Y'all washed up, go on and take the kids Splish Splash'n/ Wave pool, fast chicks used to slip dick past em (of course)/ That was some young shit, Now its bubble vest True Religion jean sets on some young shit/ True Religion Chuck T's maybe on some dumb shit/ Fuck it.../ True Religion on the bucket too/ I'm on my toes so sharp, that i cut the shoe/ Walk the streets of A-Ville, plus Farmin' too/ So much green you'd think we farmed it dude../ For a lick we hit fiends, serve Mommas too/ Shit im honest you/.... Might not want to bring them news cameras/ Lens catch the shimmer of the deuce deuce hammer/ And shooters is 16, that's a loose cannon/ Damn/ And grandmothers is 35/ One gram of garbage sheet rock is 35, you hurtin' right? EIGHTHS!