TRAINING DAY( in my hood)

From project to the projects Illegal substance and illegal objects I neva leave the house with out my Tech If you ain't from the hood then get out my set We loco, I'ma waste a gizzle ain't for livin Got me facin prison chasin the feelin I give from the I taste of scrilla, to eighty children in the cold Before we can arrange a building, then lost in gold And all the police crooked To put a slug in me and I took it A minor, judge say I got no case He knows my face; he got a grudge from the old days He won't accept my apology, just don't feel it My brain on drugs like eggs on a skillet I come up in the courtroom smellin like killa