still my hood

see like

people can't relate to it

don't understand it

cause they ain't never been there

they ain't from there

i understand it

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as we wrap this shit up

we call this one

even though they hate 'em

even though when a nigga try to make a come up

it's another nigga waitin just to run up

though they sellin rocks for shorts

and every night around twelve you hear them shots go off

and know niggaz is rats

some boys is wired

and the food in the supermarket's all expired

every block's a liquor store

an abandoned building

drunk parents at the liquor store abandonin children

though the sky seems gray

we'll get through the weather

and even though they fill our grade schools with metal detectors

some cops is crooked and police indecent

and you can catch a body up the street from the precinct

though we got a lot of shit wrong

a lot of shit goin on

gotta love it

this the place i was born

so i sit here dedicatin this song

this is still my hood

now everywhere i roam

though they keep the chrome

it's no place like home

this is still my hood

and it's far from fine

i may like other places but they far from mine

gotta love my hood

and i only know one place that be like that

if i ever leave

trust

i'll be right back

it's my hood

it may not be good

it may not be like it should

but let me get one thing understood

this is still my hood

shout to wyks on the beat

can't forget nv

what up nigga?

you know they got them macs out until ya time's up

and the barbers'll fuck ya line up

hold up 'cause even though

you can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know

this the same place you can't get a job

they look at you

like you young and you black

get the fuck out of dodge

get a gun

get some crack

feel like that's our only op'

tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as that money stop

they feast on ya watch

and dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we

wanna watch

clowns get extorted

gangstas get recorded

mami don't know if she should keep it or abort it

cops you'll never will catch me

i'm aware all my warrants

and i'm not goin down

naw that's not goin down

carjackings

shootouts is imperial here

and i dare you find a ratchet with the serial

yeah

though you might have to raise ya gun

just to raise ya sums

this ain't the place you want to raise ya son

a few dudes'll argue about they favorite rapper

other dudes sit and think of different ways they could yak ya

don't take it personal

it's just the paper they after

so i keep mine on me

just in case i might have to

and still no other place that i'd rather

gotta love my hood

if you've never been

you can't really know about it

system's fucked up

the jails is overcrowded

murder rates is up and as a matter of fact

a couple of close friends of mine have added to that

and i rate nothin above it

i know it seems odd but i hate it and i love it

naw

i hate that i love it

the same things that seem to get me always pissed

as soon as i leave

i always miss

it's always like this

so small

everybody knows everybody

it's body after body

it's robbery after robbery

hookers on the strip

some girls'll be a ho

we got a few local legends

i guess the world'll never know

from jers to little rock

the hood'll never die down

b-more

d.c. compton

chi-town

new york to va

ya town's like my town

let's go

whoa!

this goes out to everybody in every hood man

no matter where ya at

where ya from

new orleans

mississippi

vancouver

london

t. dot

wherever you at

i don't even care man