Growin' Up In the Hood

Wake your punk ass up
 The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf**king house
 Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1
 You know what I'm saying, yea
 Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984
 Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
 A little hard head kid came abade
 Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
 And at home, it's the same ass story
 Mom's treat me like she don't even know me
 But my younger brother's got much clout
 I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out
 And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf**kas
 No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
 A little nigga wit no problems at all
 F**ked 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 nigga's up to no good
 Growin' up in the hood
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 Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
 'Cause in the city you live and let die
 Nutting but bitches and money
 I got hard times and realize,?(skate)? sometimes I wonder
 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
 Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
 Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthaf**ka
 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 ain't no good
 Growin' up in the hood
 Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
 Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost
 Nuttin but bitches and money
 1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
 And I'm f**king 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
 Niggas 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 f**ked up good
 Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood
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 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 makin gmy 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 doo' 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
 where im at if you soft you lost
 compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no shit from chump, compton is tha city that im claimin
 where im at if you soft you lost
 compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no shit from
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