Growin' Up In The Hood
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(MC Eiht)
Wake your punk ass up
the MC Eiht is back in the motherfucking house
kickin' it straight gangster shit for the 9-1
you know what i'm sayin' (G'yeah)
(Verse 1)
Growing up in the hood yeah boy 1984
was the year my peeps did'nt know what was in store
a little hard head kid came abade
time to pay my due's, learn the tricks of the trade
and at home it's the same ass story
moms treating me like she dont even know me
but my younger brother's got much clout
i cant take this shit so i bones the hell out
and roll with the pack of wicked motherfucker's
no short's are taken, we're down black brothers
a little nigger with no problems at all
fucked up and killed my first 8-ball
quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping
But watch out 'cause a little nigger's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood
(Chorus)
Life aint nothing but bitches and money
cause in the city you live and let die
nutting but bitches and money
I got hard times so will i escape
sometimes i wounder
but it just seems that the hood could took me under
police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
trying to lock me up cause I keep on blasting
community trying to shut me out
but the money keeps flowing and I got much clout
with the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker
always strapping eager to peal a cap
i set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
so watch me take 2 to your jaw
don't enter my hood homeboy
not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
i take chances cause life to be aint no good
growin' up in the hood
Life aint nothing but bitches and money
where I'm at if you're soft you're lost
nuttin but bitches and money
(Verse 2)
1987
i'm back on the scene
out of jail, I'm legit
and I'm fucking up shit
i'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
and I heard that my hood was making snaps
as I precede to make my riches
just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
task force trying to roll deep
but I'm playing these punk fools cheap
niggers rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
i seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
bullets fly through the window
hits my brother, down goes my mother
as I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
i found them, before I kill em, I said you fucked up good
got the handle that, growin' up in the hood
[Chorus]
Life aint nothing but bitches and money
where I'm at if you're soft you're lost
nuttin but bitches and money
a brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
wanted cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
and my face is like a household name
everybody warns their kids about the dope game
but I'm still making my profit
and the one time just can't stop it
so I keep hiding my face
no time to waste, they got me on the chase
now the neighborhood's on my line
cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my door at 8 o'clock
rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock
out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
am I sho yo I guess I got no clout
but it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good
growin' up in the hood---
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