Growin' Up In the Hood

Wake yo punk ass up

The MC Eiht's back in the mother fucking house

Kicking the straight gangster shit for the nine-one

You know what I'm saying?

Growing up in the hood, yeah, 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 treating 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 mother fuckers

No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers

A little **** with no problems at all

Fucked up and killed my first eight 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 ****'s up to no good

Growing up in the hood

Life ain't nothing but bitches and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nothing 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 harassing

Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting

Community trying to shut me out

But the money keeps flowing 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 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 two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood, homeboy

Not a Robocop, a robogangsta, ready to destroy

I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good

Growing up in the hood

Life ain't nothing but bitches and money

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

Nothing but bitches and money

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

And I'm fucking up shit

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 bitches

Task force trying to roll deep

But I'm playing these punk fools cheap

**** rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work

I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt

Bullet flies 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, growing up in the hood

Life ain't nothing but bitches and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nothing but bitches and money

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 wants their kids about the dope game

But I'm still making my 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 ass fool had dropped the dime

Five-oh 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 and I'm the victim, damn

That ain't good, growing 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