Wake your punk ass up
The MC Eiht`s back in the muthafucking 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 muthafuckas
No shorts are taken, we`re down black brothers
A little nigga wit 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 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 muthafucka
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 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
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 fucked up good
Got ta handle that, growin` up in the hood
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yea-a-a-a
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
