Sean "Barney" Thomas - d**h Represent My Hood lyrics

[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 k** 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 n***a 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 sh** gon' work In that wheelchair) Staring jealous at motherf**ers, 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] d**h represents my hood n***a 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 d**h represents my hood n***a 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 f**ed 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 a** nicely [Hook] [Verse Three] (Ain't nothing going on but the rent So get the f** up out my house since your money's spent) sh**, I've been slaving and hustling for my b**h 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]