Life in the hood, (life in the hood)
Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle)
Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood)
Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle
[Dresta]
Its like a jungle, sometimes
When you rhyme
The hood took you under
Niggas start to wonder
Why you missin all these summers
I ain`t seen the streets
In like five or six weeks
Cos i`m back on the cell block
Lookin like i`m shell shocked
In and out
Down south, up north
I`m back back, forth and forth
I can`t seem to keep my black ass outta dough
Cos i`m steady doin dirt
Put in work for the turf
I did a gang of killin
And still ain`t learnt a damn thing
Except how to gang bang
Talk slang and shoot game
And now I think i`m the mack of the century
Cos I got this bitch runnin through the penatentiary
But never knowin she was hoe`ing in the hood, black
Till the day my homies say `Dre that bitch a hoodrat`
But shoot the package on some nights
And i`m alright
Just another piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life
[Chorus]
Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle)
If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble)
[BG Knocc Out]
My life is like a puzzle
I thank god for everyday i`m seeing
Livin in the world cos i`m bout european
Bein, a young black male is like havin on
Some gaseline underwear bailin through hell
Cos we have no win that we can all see
Ask Rodney King, Michael J and Mike T
And what about OJ, I think its a set up
Pac you said it first but my nigga keep your head up
They don`t wanna see another black man make it
And everything we get that look nice
They wanna take it
So make it, 187 on the po-lice
I`m tired of seein nigga`s get stressed
And fucked with no grease
No peace, no justice
Motherfuck this
Live BG`s doin dirt outta cuttless
The three strikes march
It didn`t help the situation
All it did was increase the jail population
[Chorus]
(Life in the hood is just like a puzzle)
Life in the hood is just like a puzzle
[Dresta]
My homies is a piece to my puzzle
I love they ass to death
But the more I look around
There ain`t too many of us left
Survival of the fittest
And the strong don`t survive
I can count more real niggas dead than alive
So niggas stop the talkin
Let that bullshit keep walkin
I`m tryin to get mine
So quit wasting my time
And if I had a dime for everytime I met a bitch
That I thought was the shit
My ass would be rich
But no, i`m broke
And bitches ain`t a joke
Nigga you better check yo bitch, talkin shit
Will get that hoe smoked, (i`m down with you baby)
Bitch, don`t even make a nigga start
Tryin to get inside my heart
So she can tear my life apart
I already got enough strain on my brain
Than to be busy worried about some busy ass dame
But game, recognise game with the Dresta
Fool, I thought you knew about the westside gangsta
[Chorus till fade]
