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Chorus(Sigel)
I know it`s hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know
(Oschino)
We all started innocent
Eating Reese`s Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses
Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces
20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee
Since my dad died, attitude worsened
That`s why I stole cars before I could write cursive
Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind
Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton
I`m young, I`m good, best shape of my life
One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes
Only a dick head wouldn`t wanna be rich
And do his car like school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn`t shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em
And every bitch that was fronting, I`ma piss on em
[Beanie Sigel]
My hood dog
Like any average one
You know the dirty kids on the block having fun
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
In tanned Timberlands and (?) until them vans a come
It`s all good now
But you remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn`t matter days
You would take that beating
Cause you wasn`t trying to be
the only one who missed the house party on the weekend
Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off As We Lay
Walk with me yall
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40`s
Sparks tell ya story
[Chorus]
[Sparks]
I come up fragile and timid
Pressed to the limit
12 years old, no household
from the start I was finished
Disowned by the biologicals
And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird
Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals
And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile
Just made me wanna holla Lord help me
But I had will power
Stole a burner from Uncle Lester
And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower
Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop
And them cock suckers whisper
These faggots ain`t got no cahunas
So if they so much as touch me
I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers
Show no love for these cock suckers
Weeping
Who can`t deal with life situations cause that`s money to me
Uhh
Murder
[Freeway]
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the hood
What I do
Make a living, make a killing in the hood
What I`m trying to do now
Get my children out the hood
Before the ATF start coming
plot, plot on
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the block
What I do
Make a living , make a killing on the block
What I`m trying to do now
Get my children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
