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] 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 

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