Growin’ Up in the Hood

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] Wake your punk ass up The MC Eiht's back in the motherfucking house Kickin' the straight gangsta shit for the '9-1 You know what I'm sayin'? Geah [Verse 1: MC Eiht] Growin' up in the hood, yeah boy, 1984 Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store A little hardhead kid came of age Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade And at home, it's the same ass story Moms treat me like she don't even know me But my younger brother's got much clout I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out And roll with a pack of wicked motherfuckers No shorts are taken, we down Black brothers A little nigga wit' no problems at all Fucked 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 whoopin' But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good Growin' up in the hood [Chorus] ("Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money") ("'Cause in the city you live and let die") ("Nothin' but bitches and money") [Verse 2: MC Chill] I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder But it just seems that the hood done took me under Police sweat my tip and keep harassin' Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin' Community tryna shut me out But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker Always strappin', 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 two to your jaw Don't enter my hood, homeboy Not a robocop, a robogangsta ready to destroy I take chances 'cause life to me ain't no good Growin' up in the hood [Chorus] ("Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money") ("Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost") ("Nothin' but bitches and money") [Verse 3: MC Eiht] 1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit And I'm fucking up shit 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, pimpin' all these bitches Task force tryna roll deep But I'm playing these punk fools cheap Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt Bullet flies through the window Hits my brother, down goes my mother As I'm rollin', I'm hittin' my switches Looking for the punk ass sons of bitches I found them, before I kill 'em, I said "You fucked up good" Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood [Chorus] ("Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money") ("'Cause in the city you live and let die") ("Nothin' but bitches and money") ("Yeah") [Verse 4: MC Chill] A brother's on the run, I got my 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 making my profit And the one times just can't stop it So I keep hiding my face No time to waste, they got me on a 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 back door, freeze, I heard a shout Am I short? Yo, I guess I got no clout But it's murder one and I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good Growin' up in the hood [Outro] ("Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost") ("Compton is the city that I'm claimin'") ("City that I'm from, take no shit from a chump") ("Compton is the city that I'm claimin'") ("City that I'm from, take no shit from a chump") ("Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost") ("Compton is the city that I'm claimin'") ("City that I'm from, take no shit from a chump") ("Compton is the city that I'm claimin'") ("City that I'm from, take no shit from a chump")