| Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around
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| This one’s strictly for the ghetto (yup)
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| Some of y’all recognize, some of y’all won’t
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| Better pay attention and listen close
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| There was an old lady who lived in my hood
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| That sold freeze pops for a quarter
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| Had so many kids that I lost count
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| More sons than she had daughters
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| And every night before they would fall asleep
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| They’d pray for shelter and food to eat
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| But the landlord huffed and blew the house down
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| Now they out on the streets
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| And now she cleans, she mops
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| The tears they drop
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| The only sound that drowns it out comes from my music box
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| So just let the music play (play)
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| No, don’t let it stop (no)
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| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood, but I got my music box
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| When the sirens sound (wind it up)
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| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up)
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| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good
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| Cause I got my music box
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| There was an old man (he lived in the hood)
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| Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters (worth a block)
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| Put him away, left his wife and kids
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| It affects his teenage daughter (daughter)
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| Can’t shake the reflection
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| Starved to perfection
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| I’ve seen it all before (before)
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| Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk
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| Tell her stay home
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| But she creeping out the back door
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| And now she pays the cost, young girl
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| So lost
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| I feel your pain
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| Try to maintain
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| Wind up your music box
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| So just let the music play (play)
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| No, don’t let it stop (no)
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| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood
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| But I got my music box
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| When the sirens sound (wind it up)
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| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up)
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| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good
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| Cause I got my music box
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah
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| This hood situation’s got me sick
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| Call the doctor quick, quick, quick
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| Doctor, doctor
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| Will I die?
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| (Na na, young blood, just let the song play)
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| So just let the music play (play)
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| No, don’t let it stop (no)
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| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood
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| But I got my music box
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| When the sirens sound (wind it up)
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| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up)
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| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good
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| Cause I got my music box
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah
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| Cause I got my music box
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah
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| My music box |