B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Hood Took Me Under lyrics

I got another gang story to tell. Peep, about how a black n***a was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope Cause a n***a can't escape the gangs and the dope. Damn! And when it's black on black, that makes it sh**ty. Can't survive in the Compton city. And fool that's bet. Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set. Geah, It's not that you want to but you have to. Don't be a mark, cause n***as might laugh you Straight off the mutherf**in block. Can't deal with bustas so they a**es get clocked. Geah, who gives a f** about another. Only got love for my f**in gang brothers. Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder That the hood would take me under. [scratching:] Always strapped and eager to peel a cap The hood done took me under. Now I'm a few ages older Got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder. And puttin in work, I has to do my f**in part, I'm down for the hood and it's planted in the heart. Fool. At school slappin on the girls a**es f** the white education so I skip a lot of cla**es. Cause ain't no teaching a n***a white reality. Teach me the mutherf**in gang mentality. Pop pop pop, drops the s**er If he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherf**er. Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit. Fool, and ready die for this sh**. One times can't fade the gang tuff. Puttin my foot in your a** to make times rough. I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered That the hood would take me under. Police is hot, so I'm watching my back... I guess I'll watch my back cause n***as jivin' Times heard this brother pulled a 187. Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime. So I gotta peel his cap with the nine. Fool, so if it's on then it's on, f** ya G, Because how the odds are looking, it's either him or me. So I loads up the strap and I step Cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is d**h. Revenge. That's what it's all about. See the s**er, take the mutherf**er out. Stare the fool down with the eye contact. He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt. Blast was the sound that one times heard uh n***a 25 to live for the murder. Was it worth it I've always wondered. Maybe if the hood didn't take me under. Geah, this going out to all the n***as, It's going out to my n***as. It's going out to all the n***as, My n***a Mike T