Boyz N the Hood movie - Growin Up in the Hood lyrics

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Song by Compton's Most Wanted<br /><br>

Wake your punk ass up<br>

The MC Eiht's back in the muthafucking house<br>

Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1<br>

You know what I'm saying, yea<br>

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Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984<br>

Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store<br>

A little hard head kid came abade<br>

Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade<br>

And at home, it's the same ass story<br>

Mom's treat me like she don't even know me<br>

But my younger brother's got much clout<br>

I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out<br>

And roll wit the pack of wicked muthafuckas<br>

No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers<br>

A little nigga wit no problems at all<br>

Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball<br>

Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking<br>

Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping<br>

But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good<br>

Growin' up in the hood<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money<br>

'Cause in the city you live and let die<br>

Nutting but bitches and money<br>

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I got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes I wonder<br>

But it just seems that the hood could took me under<br>

Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing<br>

Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting<br>

Community trying to shut me out<br>

But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout<br>

Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers<br>

Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthafucka<br>

Always strapping, eager to peal a cap<br>

I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap<br>

'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law<br>

So watch me take 2 to your jaw<br>

Don't enter my hood homeboy<br>

Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy<br>

I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good<br>

Growin' up in the hood<br>

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Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money<br>

Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost<br>

Nuttin but bitches and money<br>

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1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit<br>

And I'm fucking up shit<br>

I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap<br>

And I heard that my hood was making snaps<br>

As I precede to make my riches<br>

Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches<br>

Task force trying to roll deep<br>

But I'm playing these punk fools cheap<br>

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work<br>

I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt<br>

Bullets fly through the window<br>

Hits my brother, down goes my mother<br>

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches<br>

Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches<br>

I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good<br>

Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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yea-a-a-a<br>

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A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box<br>

Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks<br>

And my face is like a household name<br>

Everybody warns their kids about the dope game<br>

But I'm still makin gmy profit<br>

And the one time just can't stop it<br>

So I keep hiding my face<br>

No time to waste, they got me on the chase<br>

Now the neighborhood's on my line<br>

'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime<br>

5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock<br>

Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock<br>

Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout<br>

Am I sho', yo I guess I got no clout<br>

But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good<br>

Growin' up in the hood<br>

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