Growin’ Up in the Hood lyrics

[Intro:MC Eiht]
Wake your punk ass up
The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf*cking house
Kicking the straight gansta sh*t for the 9-1
You know what I'm saying, yea

[1 Verse: MC Eiht]
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 of age
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home, it's the same ass 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 sh*t so I bones the hell out
And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf*ckas
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little n*gga wit no problems at all
f*cked 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 n*gga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

(Chorus)
("Life ain't nuttin but b*tches and money")
("Cause in the city you live and let die")
("Nutting but b*tches and money")
[2 Verse:MC Chill]
I got hard times and realize, will i escape? sometimes I wonder
But it just seems that the hood done took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
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
Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthaf*cka
Always strapping, eager to peel 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 me ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

(Chorus)
("Life ain't nuttin but b*tches and money")
("Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost")
("Nuttin but b*tches and money")

[3 Verse MC Eiht]
1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm f*cking up sh*t
I'm ready to peel a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was making snaps
As I proceed to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these b*tches
Task force trying to roll deep
But I'm playing these punk fools cheap
n*ggas 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 b*tches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you f*cked up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood
(Chorus)

("Life ain't nuttin but b*tches and money")
("Cause in the city you live and let die")
("Nutting but b*tches and money")
(Yea-a-a-a

[4 Verse: MC Chill]
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 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 done dropped the dime
5-0 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