Anotha Day In Tha Hood

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, another day in the hood, fool In the hood, just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) [Verse 1: 8Ball] 8Ball the Fat Mack must express While a nigga's gettin' zooted from the potent-ass sess Lookin' back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child But like my dad, I was stuck in the streets I never wanted to work hard 'cause that shit ain't for me Back then only sixteen, ignorant and curious Mom's gettin' furious 'cause I wasn't serious I said fuck school teachers and the church preachers I wanted to hang with my niggas with the streetsweepers Back in the days sellin' herbs on Lamar Cove Me and Squeaky doin' citywide talent shows Gettin' dissed, gettin' pissed 'cause of this shit 'Cause it's so hard in this motherfuckin' business I said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud" But I could never leave the thug life of Orange Mound I'm on the corner drinkin' Thunderbird, slingin' rocks They in my hands 'cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox But I can't sell dope, rappin' is the way, G And this is just another day around the homies [Verse 2: MJG ] The phone rung at 8, I was deep into a sleep Unconscious from that hate that they distribute on them streets My world was constantly spinnin' from the Remy that was in me And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for Hopin' for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it Up, hell, nigga might as well Proceed to hustle like a P-I-M-P MJ-fucking-G The nigga with the muh-fuckin' clout, no doubt The pimps is in the muh-fuckin' house Be up outie, yo, Black folk is takin' over You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I'll show ya I'll teach ya, I'll reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch College Started, to hustle at the age of eleven Started makin' money when a nigga turned twelve Started to indulge at the age of thirteen At fourteen, a nigga flatfoot was raisin' hell In the motherfuckin' hood [Chorus] The hood, just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day [Verse 3: 8Ball] So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubt That it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out It ain't new to me, 'cause me and MJG Had to struggle just to hustle down in Tennessee In Memphis, tryna be a rapper But rappin' don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin' crackers Plus I'm with a record label gankin' me and fuckin' me Niggas always promisin' me shit that I will never see Trick buster always talkin' 'bout we family But while I was rappin' he was snortin' up my royalty So I got smart, hit the streets and said "fuck that" That's when this nigga named T-Money heard our first track Pack 'em up, move 'em out, straight down to Texas Me and JG ridin' drop-top Lexus "Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the *Billboard* Second album droppin' and we waitin' on our first award Niggas talkin' 'cause the crew ain't walkin' no mo' Them jealous bustas tryna start shit over hoes I don't know what is worse, livin' bad or livin' good But the whole world remind me of my neighborhood [Verse 4: MJG] See, I'm a self-made hustler, trustin' the Niggas who think that two heads are better than one And ready to get the job done, son MJG gots game in the street, so That makes me gets loose in the studio Even though it was kinda hard as far as I could see Growin' up in the Orange Mound Tennessee community Could it be the future had love for a nigga who Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or two? Still I do shows for my fans 'cause my fans buy my tapes And the tapes make my cheese and the cheese keeps me straight And I hate when the busters smile all in my face like a ho And talk shit in the down low Look out, punk, motherfucker, sucker niggas My finger's gettin' tired of the trigger Dig a grave, shit, 'cause I don't want his boys to have to deal With the smell of the trick I just killed Pop a pill if you can't hang with the stress Best wipe the big "S" off your motherfuckin' chest Press issues, makin' sure they fully understood 'Bout a young nigga life in the motherfuckin' hood [Chorus] The hood, just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (The hood) Just another day (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day in the hood (In the hood) Just another day (Yeah)