| Yeah, every hood’s the same
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| Every hood’s the same, come on
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| I’m from the land of the gang bang
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| Since I was little, ain’t a goddamn thang changed
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| It’s the same old saying
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| Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein
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| I cock and aim, clinically insane
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| To deal with this bullshit day-to-day
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| If I sell some yay or smoke some hay
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| You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican’s Bay
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| Call me an animal up in the system
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| But who’s the animal that built this prison?
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| Who’s the animal that invented lower-livin'?
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| The projects, thank God for Russell Simmons
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| Thank God for Sugarhill
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| I’m putting a different kind of steel up to my grill
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| Y’all know what it is, scared for your own kids
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| How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| It’s boys in the hood, it’s toys in the hood
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| Y’all wanna know why there’s noise in the hood
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| ‘Cause there’s drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood
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| Nigga killed a Crip and a Blood in the hood
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| ‘Cause when niggas get tribal
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| It’s all about survival, nobody liable
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| I got caught by Five-O
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| Grandmama came to court with her Bible
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| But when the judge hit the gavel
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| Now I’m too far from my family to travel
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| I just came unraveled
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| Socked the D.A. |
| before I got gaffled
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| Owned by C. A, State Property
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| Just like the year fifteen fifty three
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| Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
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| Don’t understand, what’s so hard to figure out?
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| Damn, I can’t take the pressure
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| Pulled the 4−4 up out the dresser
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| Grabbed the weight up out the closet
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| Po-po coming, but I’m scared to toss it
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| Y’all know what happened last time I lost it
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| Can’t tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did
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| D game got a nigga exhausted
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| Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered
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| Twenty years for what?
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| Breaking these laws that’s so corrupt
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| Taking these halls and fillin' them up
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| Some powder keg shit that’s about to erupt
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| Aye, y’all, I’m about to be stuck
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| Until the year two thousand, what the fuck?
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| In the hood, don’t press your luck
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| ‘Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| They wanna count the slugs
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| Then come around here and fuck with us
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| Every hood’s the same, every hood’s the same
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| Every hood’s the same, every hood’s the same
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| Every hood’s the same, stop trippin on it
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| Every hood’s the same, every hood’s the same
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| Every hood’s the same, every hood’s the same
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| Every hood’s the same |