Tha Chill - Growin Up in the Hood lyrics

[MC Eiht] Wake your punk a** up The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf**ing house Kicking the straight gansta sh** for teh 9-1 You know what I'm saying, yea Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984 Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store A little hard head kid came abade Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade And at home, it's the same a** story Mom's treat me like she don't even know me But my younger brother's got much clout I can't take this sh** so I bones the hell out And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf**as No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers A little n***a wit no problems at all f**ed up and k**ed my first 8-ball Quick up the stairs so little s**er stop looking Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping But watch out cause a little n***a's up to no good Growin' up in the hood (Chorus) ("Life ain't nuttin but b**hes and money") ("Cause in the city you live and let die") ("Nutting but b**hes and money") [MC Chill] I got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes I wonder But it just seems that the hood could took me under Police sweat my tip and keep harra**ing Trying to lock me up cause I keep on blasting Community trying to shut me out But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk s**ers Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthaf**a Always strapping, 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 2 to your jaw Don't enter my hood homeboy Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy I take chances cause life to me ain't no good Growin' up in the hood (Chorus) ("Life ain't nuttin but b**hes and money") ("Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost") ("Nuttin but b**hes and money") [MC Eiht] 1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit And I'm f**ing up sh** I'm ready to peel a s**er's cap And I heard that my hood was making snaps As I precede to make my riches Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these b**hes Task force trying to roll deep But I'm playing these punk fools cheap n***as rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt Bullets fly through the window Hits my brother, down goes my mother As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches Looking for the punk a**, sons of b**hes I found them, before I k** 'em, I said you f**ed up good Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood (Chorus) Yea-a-a-a [MC Chill] A brother's on the run, I've got a 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 makin my profit And the one time just can't stop it So I keep hiding my face No time to waste, they got me on the chase Now the neighborhood's on my line Cause some punk a** fool had drop the dime 5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout Am I sho', yo I guess I got no clout But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good Growin' up in the hood