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Growin' Up In The Hood Music Lyrics

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Wake your punk ass up

The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house

Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1

You know what I'm sayin', gia



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 treatin' 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 with the pack of wicked motherfuckers

No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers

A little nigga with no problems at all

Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball



Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'

Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'

But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good

Growin' up in the hood



Life ain't nothin but bitches and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nutting but bitches and money



I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder

But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under

Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'

Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'



Community tryin' to shut me out

But the money keeps flowin' 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 strappin', 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 two 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 nothin' but bitches and money

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost

Nothin' but bitches and money



1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit

And I'm fuckin' up shit

I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap

And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps



As I precede to make my riches

Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches

Task force tryin' to roll deep

But, I'm playin' 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

Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood



Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah



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' my profit

And the one time just can't stop it

So, I keep hidin' 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, O 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 sure, 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 I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

Compton is the city that I claim



Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

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