Wake your punk [bad word] up
The MC Eiht's back in the [bad word] house
Kicking the straight gansta [bad word] 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
little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home, it's the same [bad word] 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 [bad word] so I bones the [bad word] out
And roll wit the pack of wicked [bad word] 
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
little [bad word] wit no problems at all
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39;s up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

 [bad word]  
Life ain't nuttin but [bad word] and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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
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Life ain't nuttin but [bad word] and money
Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost
Nuttin but [bad word] and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm [bad word] up [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  sons of [bad word] 
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you [bad word] up good
Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood

 [bad word]  

yea-a-a-a

brother's on [bad word]  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 [bad word] fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock [bad word] to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
I sho', yo I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, [bad word]  that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood

where im at if you soft you lost [bad word] is tha city that im claimin
city that im from take no [bad word] from
 [bad word] is tha city that im
claimin

where im at if you soft you lost [bad word] is tha city that im claimin city
that im from take no [bad word] from
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