I know it's hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know

We all started innocent
Eating Reese's Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses
Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces
20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee
Since my dad died, attitude worsened
That's why I stole cars before I could write cursive
Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind
Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton
I'm young, I'm good, best shape of my life
One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes
Only a dick head wouldn't wanna be rich
And do his car like school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em
And every bitch that was fronting, I'ma piss on em

[Beanie Sigel]
My hood dog
Like any average one
You know the dirty kids on the block having fun
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
In tanned Timberlands and (?) until them vans a come
It's all good now
But you remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter days
You would take that beating
Cause you wasn't trying to be
the only one who missed the house party on the weekend
Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me yall
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40's
Sparks tell ya story


I come up fragile and timid
Pressed to the limit
12 years old, no household
from the start I was finished
Disowned by the biologicals
And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird
Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals
And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile
Just made me wanna holla "Lord help me"
But I had will power
Stole a burner from Uncle Lester
And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower
Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop
And them cock suckers whisper
These faggots ain't got no cahunas
So if they so much as touch me
I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers
Show no love for these cock suckers
Who can't deal with life situations cause that's money to me

Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the hood
What I do
Make a living, make a killing in the hood
What I'm trying to do now
Get my children out the hood
Before the ATF start coming
plot, plot on
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the block
What I do
Make a living , make a killing on the block
What I'm trying to do now
Get my children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
In my hood, F-R-double uh
Cock back, double pump
You rapping, I just happen to have some space in the trunk
89' dough, space in the front
Will ya hoe fit?
Beef come, we be dumping the whole clip
Having lunch, while you be fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick
Send her home, can't hump
Send my nigga's through ya block, can't pump
Grind, watch for the cops
Shit tucked
I'll be watching them lady CO's if I slip up
Uh Uh

[chorus 2]
I know it's hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know
I know it's coke in every hood I know
It's no joke in every hood I know
But not like the one I know
I know it's rough in every hood I know
It's fucked up in every hood I know
But not like the one I know

[Chris and Sigel talking]
Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all
(Yeah that's whats up?)
But I been through a little struggle too
(What you been through?)
Lot of crazy shit dog, ya know?
(Shit Don't tell me, you got opportunity to tell the world)
Feel this dog
(Speak ya story, Yung Gun)

Yo I was brought up in the wildest streets
Where niggas pack everyday, and everybody crowd to eat
24/7, no time to sleep
A g and up, reing up, 3 times a week
Throwing numbers on the strip
The yungin out the clique
Moves like Carl Lewis when it's coming out the clip
Uh, Still in school, all the learning I can get
Focused, trying to purchase all the burners I can get
I know plenty niggas fell, trying to chauffer through this shit
These niggas tell, then a murder gon exist
It's no joke in the hood
Especially when the boat ain't make it across
and we ain't got no coke in the hood
That's where rap come in at, more notes in a book
Dro in the woods, Mom dukes trying to lay low in the woods
(raps to fade)

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