Shout Out My Hood Dave East & Styles P

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah
East, Ghost
G-Shit, worldwide
We're family

[Chorus: Dave East]
Shout out my Crips that still Crippin', nigga
Shout out my Bloods that still Bloodin', nigga
Straight from the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas
Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas

[Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East]
When I die, you ain't got to cry, you just got to pray
Put some weed where I lay, I'ma see another day
Full of energy, you my enemy, you got to pay
Was on the East side, fuckin' with them Crips the other day
Was on the West side, fuckin' with them Bloods the other day
Always look you in your eye, never look the other way
Where I'm from, they can't get you, then they make your brother pay
Doin' dirt, leave you hurt, then they make your mother pray
We got raw plus cook up in this bitch
Master P with the grams, I got the hook-up in this bitch
Shots almost hit the passenger, they shook up in the whip
Before the deal, I’ll take a trip to Brooklyn for the stick
Tried to go the college route, but that's on Tookie, I was Crip
Weed, The Color Purple, think of Whoopi when it's lit
Tried to start an empire, broke down a cookie in the crib
Toss you off a high bridge then play A Boogie wit'cho bitch