Bad/Good

Lyrics

[Diamond D] Yeah, yeah Uhh, gotta watch your neck C'mon, growin up in the X We used to play manhunt, and steal your bikes Fight off the older dudes who tried to steal your Nikes Don't matter if you're outnumbered, still you fight Put a nigga in the yoke, let him feel your bite Livin in the devil's reach, fuckin girls on the roof We called it Pebble Beach (yeah) and even though We were kids, we still knew right from wrong That's the premise, for me to even write this song We laughed about who ran Stick-up kids waitin outside of Jew-man (yeah) And we idolized the neighborhood block stars At night, throwin rocks at the cop cars Shoot a fair one, you might get lumped Fuck a fair one, you might get jumped Knuckle up, or you might get chumped Or in a car seat get left slumped {*BLAM BLAM*} Listen [Hook 4X: scratched samples] "Shit is real!" "Growin up in the hood" "Done some things bad, done some things good" [Diamond D] Yeah, I used to, run the streets but always got good grades Reminiscencing on this shit, blowin on good haze We used to do dumb shit, growin up in the 'jects Gettin head at Yankee Stadium, up in the decks You couldn't hop at one-sixty-first And now we race each other, bettin who could push one-sixty first But It wasn't always like that We was broke and my father always liked smack - what could you do? So my moms did the best she could for dolo (yeah) Workin in midtown for next to no dough I know I put her through shit So I'ma smile when I put her in the new six (yeah) It's only right cause I know I used to be a mess Did I deserve all the beatings or was it stress? Cause I put a few kids up in the EMS I laugh about it now, cruisin in the CLS [Hook] [Diamond D] Yeah, it's all funny when I think back Sippin Private Stock, but now I don't drink that (nope) Now I'm into mango juice and crushed grapes (yes) We used to fiend for them clear Cold Crush tapes (yes) And I went from hoppin trains and snatchin links To ridin around with bombshells in matchin minks This is not rhethorical innuendo (yeah) At house parties throwin leathers out the window, smarten up I can tell you a dummy (uh-huh) You look soft, niggas sell you a dummy You come back and get wrapped like a mummy (a mummy) So you should always keep a pound by your tummy And I possess a Dangerous Mind like Phifer From listening to the Gods in the cipher Seen a few dudes catch a universal There's cameras in the 'jects, live no commercial Listen [Hook] {*scratching: "growin up in the hood" to end*}