Hood Took Me Under

I got another gang story to tell

Peep, about how a black **** was born in hell

And right then and there it's no hope

'Cause a **** can't escape the gangs and the dope

Damn, and when it's black on black that makes it shitty

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

Chyeah, it's not that you want to but you have to

Don't be a mark, 'cause **** might laugh you

Straight off the motherfuckin' block

Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked

Chyeah, who gives a fuck about another

Only got love for my fuckin' gang brothers

Chyeah, but I'm so young so nobody would wonder

That the hood would take me under

Always strapped and eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under

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 fuckin' part

I'm down for the hood and it's planted in the heart

Fool, at school slappin' on the girls' asses

Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes

'Cause ain't no teaching a **** white reality

Teach me the motherfuckin' gang mentality

Pop, pop, pop, drops the sucker

If he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the motherfucker

Chyeah, I'm in it to win it and can't quit

Fool, and ready to die for this shit

One times can't fade, the gang tough

Putting my foot in your ass to make times rough

I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered

That the hood would take me under

Always strapped and eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under

Always strapped and eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under

Police is hot, but I'm watching my back

The hood done took me under

Police is hot, but I'm watching my back

The hood done took me under

I guess I'll watch my back 'cause **** jeffin'

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, if it's on then it's on, fuck ya G

Because how the odds are looking fool, 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 death

Revenge, chyeah, that's what it's all about

See the sucker, take the motherfucker out

Stare the fool down with the eye contact

He try to swing so I draw on him with the gat

Blast was the sound that one times heard, uh

****, twenty five to life for the murder

Was it worth it, I've always wondered

Maybe if the hood didn't take me under

Chyeah, this going out to all the ****

It's going out to all my ****

It's going out to all the ****

My **** Mike T made it